We were in line at Target the other day, and he noticed that the boy in front of him had an AYSO soccer medal. X also has a soccer medal. They started talking in the way that five year olds do, largely in questions and exclamations. After discovering that they almost have the same birthday, that they each have grandparents, that they each love candy (though different kinds of candy) and Paw Patrol, and that they've both been on an airplane, they were extending theoretical birthday party invites. Theoretical, of course, because they were both born in November. It was extremely cute. When the other boy had to go--he was first in line--the cashier said that everyone should be like that. I think that's a little simplistic, but I have to admire her idealism. Five-year-olds are pretty special.
|The thousand yard stare|
|He's worn out|
|Riding Radar at Gunstock Ranch|