My kids turn 5 today. It’s a strange thought. It doesn’t seem like they should be this old. They had pancakes for breakfast, I made a train-shaped cake and put their names on it in red frosting (the cake didn’t cook properly in the middle, stupid shaped pan), and they seem happy. It finally stopped raining so I want to take them somewhere, but unfortunately it’s Memorial Day so most places are closed.

C says he doesn’t want to be five, because it’s not his favorite number. He wants to be four. D is cool with being five.