Reborn as a 5-year-old

My 5-year-old woke up and said, “Now that I’m 5, I can skateboard.” So off she went, outside, and jumped on the skateboard. Really.

Next she wanted me to take the training wheels off her bike, but I said, “Wait until Daddy gets home.”

Truthfully, I was just freaked out that she might be able to ride a bike without training wheels, just because she was 5.

Kindergarten is upon us at the beginning of August.

Sometimes she reminds me that she is still very young.

Like when she came home from the neighbor’s house yesterday, crying, that the kids told her she was “littler than them.”

“But I’m big, Mama. I’m big. I had my birthday.”

Or just how much she enjoys a treat. She considers it her right, as a citizen, to eat a cupcake for breakfast, or a Magnum ice cream bar in the afternoon. (Promise, I have never let her eat cupcakes for breakfast, but it doesn’t stop her from asking. Every. Single. Day.) I think only kids think this, and only adults eat cupcakes for breakfast.

Here she is, not sharing with Mozely. He can tell that he’s missing out on something.

(As you can see, a 5-year-old also still does not let me brush her hair without screaming like a banshee. We have cut off dreadlocks that gather in the wilds at the nape of her neck.)

I got a coupon from Foodbuzz through their Tastemaker Program for a free box of Magnum bars. The cashier at the grocery store couldn’t believe my luck.

I have a pretty high standard for ice cream bars, because in general, I don’t like ‘em. I think they’re covered in wax and the ice cream is bad quality. The chocolate did melt, quickly, which is important to me. And it was thick enough, instead of a waxy candy shell. The main thing that won me over?

A ribbon of velvety, soft caramel between two chocolate layers. Yes, you can come over for an afternoon snack at my house, Magnum.

She savors better than anyone. I hope she won’t lose her 5-year-old self in a year. Let’s hold on to that a little longer, please.