My 4 year old wants to be 5 so bad that he’s convinced himself that he is 5. His birthday is still nearly weeks away but it’s soon.
The other day after being asked 173 times I told him that we will make cupcakes again soon. He told me off and said “Don’t say soon. When you say that you mean not for a long time”.
He doesn’t understand the word tomorrow and prefers to use the term “next day”.
The concept of time seems to go over his head, or around his legs or something similar.
But today I heard him say that it was “the best day of his life”.
This is the third time this year that he has commented that he’s had the best day of his life.
The first was when he was having a mud fight with his 6 year old brother in his undies.
The second time was his first day at the snow. Up and down the tiny man made slope he went with his toboggan.
And today he was blowing bubbles outside in the sunshine with his brother before they abandoned that idea and turned it into a massive water fight.
There seems to be an outdoors with his brother theme.
There is also an acknowledgement of the fact that he is having a wonderful time.
I don’t think we as adults do that enough.
Maybe we’re too busy worrying about the next thing we need to do or how to wash the mud off the kids.
Maybe it’s when we take pictures and post them to Instagram with 🙂 hashtags.
And maybe it’s hearing our kids say that they’re having the “best day ever”.