His mother and I have just dropped our four year old off at school on his first day. He is very keen and excited which is a relief, but - as he keeps reminding me - he is a "big four" as opposed to some of the other "small fours" in his social circle and he will be one of the older children starting today. That's no bad thing I think so I hope and expect he will thrive.
He'll be five at the end of the month which is a quarter of the way to being twenty. This may not come as a great surprise to any mathematicians out there, but - psychologically - it staggers me.
Tempus fugit. The Winnie the Pooh stickers on his bedroom wall have already given way to spiderman posters and football skills charts. Soon he probably won't want to hold my hand when he is walking on the wall on the way back from the park.
A good day I think to record some of the malapropisms and misapprehensions that used to charm me so but are now rapidly disappearing from his conversation.
As I leave for work - "See you later aligator, see you around crocodile!"
After Dr. Who - "I am a garlic. Exterminate! Exterminate! I am a garlic!"
At the cinema - "Will we see Shrek in the similar?"
And finally - to my embarassment when I was bickering with his Mum - "Just gnaw each other". He meant ignore. I was ashamed of myself that day.