five

Patrick is five. Which ... can he even do that? Shouldn't there have been some sort of paperwork or licensing process for this? Shouldn't I have had to sign something? Gus can go around turning ages willy nilly, and that's just fine, because la-dee-dah-dee-dum, haha!, there's more where that came from. But Patrick? I'm sorry. No. 

Although ... this does seem like an eternity ago.

and this ...

But then there's this ... this feels like a week ago (maybe two):

And this was a week ago ... no?

And, was it just last year that Patrick and Eddie Muenster were hunting for Easter Eggs? He still had chubby knees then.

I'm so confused! 
He graduated into full fledged boyhood without consulting me.

Happy Birthday, my sweet Patrick. I hope this post didn't embarrass you too much.

Okay? So ... you just go and enjoy your birthday, little man. 

Go ahead.

I'm all finished here.

(whistling)

(humming)

(Is he gone yet?)

(Best five year old ever.)