Five is my favorite age of all. Five is fun and lovable and just a ball of goodness. But in just a few short days, this guy will be a six years old. And soon he'll be all boy and no more baby. I'm a little sad because I love the way five year olds think, speak and feel because it's all truth, innocence and sweetness. Here's a roundup of some of the stuff that has been spilling out of the five year old lately:
I feel like I'm in food jail.
Beyonce is evil.
Why do we have to bless our food?
When I get a wife, I'm still going to remember you Mommy.
Why do boys have peanuts? (i.e. penises)
I have a chest of beauty.
If I'm in church then God's church. If I'm out of church, then God is out of church. He's everywhere.
Santa is a fairy tale. Just a big, fat fairy tale.
When I have kids, I'm gonna name him Mickey Mouse. If it's a girl, then Minnie Mouse. I hope my wife agrees.
I don't want my baby sister to marry a dummy.
I'm really going to miss five.