I refer to my eldest as my "four-year-old" but he actually turns five this month. Thought I better clear this up before people get confused and freak out. Because the fact that he is turning five freaks you out, right? It should. Because it freaks me out.
FIVE! What will five be like? Will it be different than four?
I think I know.
He gave me a little taste of it last week…
To save time, I'll get you up to speed on the scene. We are chatting about traveling around the world and how we can't drive our car the whole way.
He is talking about the ocean travel part right now:
I ask him where he got this idea from.
I have no recollection of this. But I probably did.
My storytelling judgement often suffers at the end of a long day.
That was probably a poor choice in a story plot.
I told him this garbage? Why did I do that?
He starts to wonder how hard the bite must be in order to get the wishes. And where the mermaid will bite him.
He even asks how fast mermaids can swim.
Great, he is afraid of mermaids now. He'll be afraid of the ocean because of the mermaids! And afraid of the beach because of the ocean!
All because of a stupid story that I don't even remember telling!
What have I done???!!! Crap, crap, crap!
I have to fix this.
And he informs that mermaids aren't actually real.
His condescending tone tells me that:
- I'm an idiot.
- He is smarter than I am.
And that was my taste of five. Not sure about the flavor.