Olly told me all I needed to know about being five on the way to school today. It means that he is all grown up now. It means that I don't need to come to the loo with him when he wants to have a poo. It means that he can probably go to the corner shop all by himself, and have as many sweets as he likes.
From this I have gathered that five is a very big deal. You've made it when you turn five. It's the big league from now on. Who am I to disagree (although there may be some hard fought negotiations with regards to solo shopping).
Happy Birthday Pops.
You are quirky, creative, loving, tenacious and bursting with energy.
You love having your back and feet tickled.
You say "Oh my gosh!" all the time.
Your jokes make absolutely no sense.
The only vegetable you will consider is broccoli, because it looks like a dinosaur tree.
You are a magpie, always spotting treasure to pop in your pockets.
You are kind to creatures. Today you helped a lost worm get back home.
You are cherished by all of us.
You are just brilliant.
Love Mum xx
(the pictures are not the best. It was just after 6am. I could barely focus. Neither could my camera apparently...)