Next she wanted me to take the training wheels off her bike, but I said, “Wait until Daddy gets home.”
Truthfully, I was just freaked out that she might be able to ride a bike without training wheels, just because she was 5.
Kindergarten is upon us at the beginning of August.
Sometimes she reminds me that she is still very young.
Like when she came home from the neighbor’s house yesterday, crying, that the kids told her she was “littler than them.”
“But I’m big, Mama. I’m big. I had my birthday.”
Or just how much she enjoys a treat. She considers it her right, as a citizen, to eat a cupcake for breakfast, or a Magnum ice cream bar in the afternoon. (Promise, I have never let her eat cupcakes for breakfast, but it doesn’t stop her from asking. Every. Single. Day.) I think only kids think this, and only adults eat cupcakes for breakfast.
I have a pretty high standard for ice cream bars, because in general, I don’t like ‘em. I think they’re covered in wax and the ice cream is bad quality. The chocolate did melt, quickly, which is important to me. And it was thick enough, instead of a waxy candy shell. The main thing that won me over?
She savors better than anyone. I hope she won’t lose her 5-year-old self in a year. Let’s hold on to that a little longer, please.