Five is my least favorite birthday. (I reserve the right to change my mind next year when the big one turns six times two plus one. ) Five means that they're school age. Which, in theory, means that they conceivably could start spending the majority of their time with some stranger. Ack! Okay, I realize that I home school so I don't have to share her with a stranger but I still don't like the idea of it. It's unnatural and sad.
I think I'll spend the rest of the day trying to convince her that she's three.