I am four and three quarters.

I garden in wellies and a tutu even in the sun.
I dig up plants so I can "replant" them elsewhere.
And get upset when they die.
I don't necessarily subscribe to how people usually use a brush.
Unless I want to.
I use leaves to make skirts for a clay cat (because next door's actual cat runs a mile when it sees me), a house for an insect and new homes for spiders.
I can get mud on my arms, legs, face, t shirt, and squished into the mesh on my tutu.
When I wash my hands I will perform a magic trick where I turn my previous white bathroom and cream towels brown.
I am four and three qurters.