Sunday was Aaron's birthday. On Saturday, a plumber had been over to work on the bathroom. Elianna gleefully told him, "My brother's turning 9 tomorrow!" She told him, multiple times.
Sunday morning, we piled in to the kitchen. "Happy Birthday, Aaron!," she squealed. And then, examining her now 9-year old brother a little more closely, she asked, "Aaron, why aren't you any bigger today?"
I took Elianna to the party store to get balloon's for Aaron's party. Elianna told the clerk, "Today is my brother's birthday! He's 9!! His name is Aaron!"