All day Saturday we kept telling William that this was the last day he would be 2. Tommy told him that during the night there would be a big "POOF!" and he would be 3, and he told William not to break the bed. William was so cute in the morning when he told us that there WAS a big poof, and "I lost my 2, and found my 3!" (He says it so cute: fthlee) He did that all by himself! Such a cutie. I attempted to put a "noisy Finn" on his cake (from Cars 2) and he was so happy!