When I Leave My Toddler Years Behind

I turned four-years-old a week or so back. It was a Tuesday, so Gigi and Papa were on hand to have dinner and sing me "Happy Birthday". This night was a just a precursor to a slightly bigger party I had Sunday at Smith Park. My cousins were there, along with some other family and a few friends. I got some great gifts and ate a couple cupcakes Dad made. However, I am beginning to think all of this was just to butter me up for what I now know turning four really means: FOUR SHOTS IN THE ARM. Yes, that's what I received from Dr. T for my birthday. Thanks a lot doc.
Oh by the way, I am 3 feet 7 inches and weigh 47 pounds.