Young Mikey Yam danced to his front door. "Mom, do you know I'm about to turn FOUR?"
"All of my friends will come over and play, then piles of presents will fill our driveway." "We'll have a huge cake and my buddies will say, 'Your party was perfect. Hip, hip, hooray!'"
Mikey's Mom smiled as he finished his speech. "Your plan is fantastic, my sweet little peach, but no celebration is ever complete, until you've decided what you want to eat!"