This took place while I was still sleeping, so Big Daddy related this story when I woke...
So, this morning about 6, I heard little feet get up, run to the bathroom (light on…1…2…3…light off), then out to the living room.
I dragged myself out of bed to try to head off trouble. I found Augusta curled up in a ball under a blanket, sniffing a little, and when I sat down next to her the sobbing started up for real.
"What is it? Did you have a bad dream?"
*sniff* "I didn't turn five."
*looks cross* "I didn't turn five in the middle of the night."
"Sure you did. Yes, you're my five-year-old girl now."
Finally, she got up off the couch and backed up to the wall where we tick off how tall she is. I thought, "ah," and got a pencil to make the mark.
"Stand up very straight. Look straight ahead. Heels against the wall."
*Dad makes mark, doesn't cheat*
"See? You're this much taller than you were before."
1/4 inch and all is well.
Happy Birthday, little girl!