Yesterday, my little guy turned six. I can't believe he is that old. Seems just yesterday that I was begging him to come into the world (he took his sweet time getting here). But what a joy he is! Can't imagine life without him.
I love this age; it is one of the sweet spots of childhood, at least for little boys. I begged him to stay five for just a little bit longer. I told him we would have a birthday party... he could get presents... but he would just stay five.
He took my teasing for a little while, and then finally had enough. "No, Mom. I have to get older so I can grow up."
And that is my objection, in a nutshell.