just imagine

I read an article this week about how 5 is the most fun age.  It talked about how you can get five-year-olds to do chores without them knowing they are chores, their growing independence, and the incredible conversations that often shift to absolute crazy.  I related to every word of the article and have been thinking for a couple months now how fun Ben's current age is.  Ben's imagaintation is absolutely soaring (usually in the sky) and he if often flying Gru's airplane, while I fly Vector's helicopter and Ryan, Nana and Papa take the helm of a zeppelin.  My favorite story he tells right now is about heading to the blue cooking store where the chickens have their own door.  This door's shape changes from triangle to trapezoid depending on the day but the chickens always eat peanut butter and jelly balls.  "can we go there, mama? can we?"

This weekend we attended a wedding where many people and a few kids donned ties.  Ben was pretty jealous but soon was wearing "his own," and showing it off, "do you like my tie?" he would ask as he pretended to stroke it.

The next day he was pretending about something else but I missed the memo.  He gave me the knowing half eye-roll suggesting, "mom! get with the program, of course I'm talking gibberish, but could you play along?"

Ahhhhhh, Five is Fun!!