Leap Year Baby Summary: 12 year old boy is treated like a 3 year old because he was a born on February 29th. My name is Brandon, and I'm turning 12 this year. Well actually, I'm turning three, because you see, I'm a leap year child. My mom walks in and wakes me up. “So honey, what do you want for your third birthday?” My mom asks. “Mom, I'm turning twelve.” “No you aren't because your birthday is every four years.” She still treats me like I'm a toddler. “I want an X-Box!” “Sorry, but you’re too little for that. How about a tricycle?” “No, I want an X-Box. Stop treating me like a toddler.” “But you are a toddler. You’re only three, because you were born on a leap year, so your birthday is every four years. Are you poopy?” She then takes off my sleeper, and untapes my diaper. Sure enough, my diaper was loaded. “Phew, my, you are stinky.” She then changes me, and puts on a clean Pamper. “Okay, we need to go to the mall for groceries.” She takes me out to the car, and puts me into a car seat. “Mom, I don't need a car seat.” “Yes you do; you’re only three.” We go to the mall, and my mom buys a few groceries. She then puts me in the kiddie area so she can get 'a few more items' which is code word for my birthday present. After we get home, she takes me out of my car seat, and carries me upstairs. She makes me take my daily nap, which I really don't think I need, but it's just a part of the toddler thing. When I wake up it’s time for supper. She puts me in a highchair, which I surprisingly fit into, and gives me baby food, and a sippy cup. That night we were having steak, so I was mad, because it smelled so good. “Please mom, can't I just have one bite?” “No, because you're too little.” “But moooommm.” “Alright, fine.” She cuts a small piece of her steak and feeds it to me. It was so good, but I had to stick with my own food. After supper, she made me go to bed. “My birthday is tomorrow, so can I stay up an hour later (at 8:00)?” “Well, okay, but only for tonight.” I watch Barney for an hour (I couldn't watch Mythbusters like I wanted to), and I went to bed. The next morning, I woke up to mom and dad yelling “HAPPY BIRTHDAY”. They had scared the piss out of me (literally). They took me by the hand and we went down stairs. There was a big cake on the table with a big 3 on it. “Happy birthday Brandon.” “Thanks mom and dad. Can I open presents now?” “First, we need to sing happy birthday to you.” They turned out the lights, and lit the candles. After they sang, I blew out the candles and made a wish that they would stop treating me like a baby. Of course, I would never get my wish. “Now can I open presents?” “Okay, okay. Just be patient.” They brought out a box, and it looked liked the shape of an X-Box. I got excited, and when I opened it, I saw the X-Box logo on it. But when I opened the box, there was a footed sleeper and a couple of pacifiers in there. I was disappointed. “Um thanks, I guess.” “Could you throw this trash away in the garage please?” “Sure mom.” I took the trash out to the garage, and I saw that there was a tricycle with a bow on it. I started to ride it a while, then got off. I came back and said thanks for the tricycle. “You’re welcome, honey. I hope you like it.” my mom said. “Yeah, it's nice.” “In fact, I bet you liked it so much, you failed to notice the other present in the living room.” My dad then smiled.” “Huh?” I ran to the living room, and found an X-Box hooked up to the TV. “Thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you!” I yelled. “I figured you would like that one.” My dad said. “Before you play, I need to change your diaper.” Well, I guess it will take a while for me to grow up.