on the 22 he was 5 and what an excited boy he was, having turned 51 recently i can't say i was as excited. We grasp those early years with such anticipation of hope and glory but those latter years we avoid, as they mark how little time we have left to make our mark or to revel in some new discoveries of ourselves. Hey dad, this is getting a bit morbid and what can I say self indulgent,,,,just a little. Anyway, what about my big day. I was 5, yep 5 , the big 5 nothing as opposed to the big 5...0 ha ha. ok don't rub it in. 

so what can a 5 year old do. He' s already mastered the bike thing. Well, he can master the DS very quickly, he can navigate to you tube on the iphone, he can already swear and he can already get down to the groove with drum and bass. He is good at emotional regulation both in the family and at times for himself, which I think is a good thing. He can take himself off to play but he can be highly competitive, sometimes to his advantage sometimes not as he tries to race his dad down the stairs and I will not let him win. He can give his mum big cuddles and race to jump in her arms when meeting her off the train from work.

But there is one thing he can do now that he did not do before he was 5. He can jump off the trampoline, which is more than his head height, into the centre of a blown up rubber bathing tube. This is a very important milestone, apparently. It is dad, superman jumps, so does spiderman, in fact its a big prerequisite for nearly all super heros. 

At 50, jumping off the trampoline requires caution. 51 dad.

maybe it is that age but Fred is consumed with thoughts of goodies and baddies. It is all prevailing. Now it might be his diet of superhero movies and you can see from photos he likes his dressing up as batman, he also has superman, peter pan and cowboy outfits. How far this goes is illustrated by last nights dinner prep.

As I stuffed the chicken with lemon, garlic and fresh basil ( oh yes I am the fully trained stay at home hubby) he inquired 'where was the chicken from'. I said it was 'from a farm' (organic, yes). And 'is it a good chicken' he asked.' Oh yes' I replied. He then exclaimed 'NO! only bad chickens are shot!'

This compartmentalization is also proving quite disturbing at times. For example becoming very tearful at the thoughts that some good soldiers are killed as we try to explain the various wars we are embroiled in or have been.

At school I learn that there is his good list and bad list, interesting there are more girls on the good list. There less pushy, as in pushing other children.