At five, he is plowing the hard fields. "Dad, I don't want to die." "Dad, why did my dog have to die?" He is fascinated by bones, the skeleton of anything and everything, including zombies. When I told him recently that, "Zombies aren't real. People can't come back from being dead," he simply answered, "Jesus came back. He was in the cemetery behind the big stone, and then he was back. But I know Jesus isn't a zombie. I learned it in Chapel."
Well played, five year old.
Five will be interesting. The oldest in his preschool, he'll enter kindergarten in a K-8 private school next year. He has two girlfriends, one of whom he has already kissed (!!!!). He's on the small side, but strong and fast enough to be passable at most sports, I think. All this is a way of saying that it's impossible to predict what he might do in the next year. Everything he does and learns is so fast and so much farther ahead than he was just days before that it's all we can do to keep up with him.