Four-Year-Olds Love Me

Last night I was working in the office after dinner, and my roommate, Becks, came in. She had a message for me. Apparently, Sam-- the four-year-old little boy who lives across the base from me-- was at home and refusing to go to bed until I came and said good night. So I went down to see him. He mostly just wanted to show me his new pirate pajamas. But it was really cute.

So what is the deal? Why do four-year-olds love me so much? Sammy is not the only one, I have to say. Check out the awesome story that Becks' nephew, Jordan, wrote for/about me when he was four (now he is five, but I like to think that he still has a special place in his heart for me):

In case you can't read it, here is the text: "Once upon a time there was a girl called Mary. The dragon tried to eat her but suddenly out of the bushes came a KNIGHT in shining armour! When the dragon breathed fire the knight fell off his horse and then the princess came down and kicked the dragon. And the dragon was straight dead and the knight said thank you for saving me and then they got married. The end."
This story was transcribed by Becks, by the way. Apparently word-for-word, though. I love it that he let me kill the dragon. And that it was straight dead. That is an awesome story.

And more four-year-olds love me, too! Why is that? What is it about the four-year-old mind that likes me so much? Seriously, my life is so strange. Now all I need to find is a 29-year-old man with the mind of a four-year-old. No, wait. That's not right, either. Sigh.