There are some key advantages to being five.
The obvious ones include spending the vast majority of your life on school holidays and never having to worry about how much you drink because you are too young to drive and you always have a taxi driver on hand. Being able to run everywhere without getting out of breath must have its perks and I imagine being able to swing on monkey bars without having to endure hours at a military fitness camp must feel rather marvellous.
Then there are the less obvious thrills of being five; spotting the sea on a cold blustery day and within seconds stripping down to your smalls and launching into the waves with complete abandonment.
Then running circuits in the sand when the realisation of having no towels to dry oneself on hits home.
Then curling up in front of a Chiminera and roasting marshmallows with your Godfather. A treat I can confirm is not restricted to the age of five.
Being five, from what I can see it pretty fabulous, perhaps only topped by being one as that involves being carried most places and being cuddled excessively by those whose love knows no bounds.
Cuddles are still good at five, but sometimes mums sloppy kisses get wiped away with a mucky paw in the playground in front of year fives; when a mothers love is embarrassing rather than endearing.
But why, when as a growed up I can see being five is flipping fandabbydozzy, do my pair simply dream of the success of being six?
I would love to be 5 again….
BB looks so grown up!! she’s changed so much since I saw you all last. xx
Shh, she is a baby!!!!!! (with a lot of teeth xx x )
I no another one of life’s irony’s – you spend your young days wishing you were old, and your old days wishing you could go back!
Sometimes though I like to have a 5 year old moment and last christmas in the snow I ran around the garden in my wellies and nothing else in a random impulsive moment – never one to turn down a dare from my hubby!
lol!
did you post pictures on your blog?
I got cold just looking at those pictures. I dipped my toes in the sea today and nearly died of cold.
(they’re all gorgeous x )
I didnt go in!!!!
and they are all cute (even naked!)
loving the marshmellows – sometimes I think I am obsessed with food – being 5 is fab!
but didn’t Christopher Robin say ‘now we are six’ what was he getting at?
christopher robin knows nowt!
i’d like to be 5, I ate three marshmallows and gained 6 pounds, twin boy ate the bag and gained not an ounce!
Gorgeous 🙂 That brought a tear to my eye x
Awwww x
Oh to be 5 again! Love it x
Thanks x
I LOVED being five. But the age I always looked forward to the most was being 12. I have no idea why, but 12 seemed beyond grown-up. Oh what I had to learn!
Love the pics by the way, can you please tell BB to stop being so bloody cute? She makes my ovaries ache.
She is beauts isnt she!