Ben turned five last week. I was wiped out and instead of making him a cake, I took him to a grocery store to pick one out. He chose this one and then requested "a big green five". The nice lady offered to add his name, happy birthday or some other writing. In his deep, shy little voice he simply stated again and again, "Just a big green five."
He asked me on the way into the store if he could just not hold my hand anymore, since he's five.
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