The Time He Turned Five
Well.
So a small anecdote first.
Remember in the movie “Charlie and the Chocolate Factory” (the weird, not as good Johnny Depp version), the grandparents were all in bed discussing Mr. Wonka’s chocolate factory and Grandmother Geraldine breaks in with, “I love grapes!”
Talking to Phil is sometimes kind of like that.
Like I’ll say, “Do you want me to pack this veggie salad up for your lunch tomorrow?”
One would think the answer would be either yes or no, or some variation of yes or no. Maybe, for instance.
His response is, “I like the dressing on this salad.”
Or I’ll say, “How do you like the food?”
He’ll respond, “I like chicken.”
So when I asked him if he thought I should quit blogging since it’s been so long since I last posted and now I’m a year behind, is it even worth it to try and pick it back up?
He responded, “I like your blogs.”
So here I am.
Rewinding back to the day my baby turned five. That hasn’t stopped me from still trying to cuddle him in my arms like a newborn infant even if his legs dangle down my side. Thankfully, he humors me and lets me do this. We’re a good team.
And yes, this was our party year. But when you’re the fourth child and not yet firm on how the calendar works, your party comes in April because your mom called too late to book a date during your actual birthday month. No harm no foul, right?
