Huh. Now, I don't think I can handle two 12-year-olds at once, so I quietly whispered to him, "You don't have to use the potty today if you're not ready. It's okay to be four." He gave me a big hug, but he still didn't want Miss Cathy to sing or wear the birthday crown or open presents.
Now that I think of it, though, he didn't really want much to do with his birthday last year either, and we were at Disney World where they make a really big fuss over your birthday. I think he hid in my shoulder when Goofy came out to present him with his birthday cupcake.
Not everyone loves birthdays.