And then he was four...well, almost.

The only request Bode made for his 4th birthday was to have the trashiest, most violent cake possible.  

On that note I headed straight to Wal-Mart.  They did not disappoint.

Let the party begin...

No child is more proud of their birthday suit than this kid.

 Bode calls this "Black Spiderman" which I am sure is not politically correct, but try explaining that to a four-year-old.  (Not worth it, trust me.)

And the piece de resistance was this Mr. Incredible suit Andy found on e-bay.

Mia burst into Bode's room in the suit to surprise him.  

 Superhero costumes are like oxygen to this little boy - vital to his existence.

And last night I caught him standing in front of the mirror wearing his fake muscles saying, "Yah, I'm four," over and over again.  

I almost said, "Your actually not four until Wednesday, you egomaniac," but I didn't want to steal his joy.  

So as far as he knows he's four and he's awesome.

He's got one of those absolutely right.