Today DS became 4.5 years old. I am shocked to realize that he is a quarter of the way to the age of majority. It is overwhelming to think that already a quarter of his at-home-formative years have passed. Not that he won't continue to rely on us in some ways beyond 18, but wow, he's a substantial part of the way to being able to vote, serve in the military, make medical decisions, etc. When I tried to explain this to him, he didn't like the idea at all. He still wants to be a little boy. Which he is, of course. No rush.
The most memorable moment of DS's day was getting overtired, throwing a fit, and (in the process of this fit) tripping/falling on the carpet face first. He got a bloody fat lip and spent most of the evening very unhappy. He was so exhausted from the ordeal that while I was making dinner he laid down on the sofa listening to a Sting CD and fell asleep with an ice pack on his lip. It was hard for him to eat dinner, so he had a couple nibbles of food and two glasses of milk through a straw. Not really the momentous celebration that 25% of adulthood warrants, but he's still 75% kid.
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