Gimme five

The little gap between his two front teeth is gone. The cheeks are less chubby. His hair is suddenly straighter now, less mad scientist and more boy band. My little baby is a big little boy now. Five. That age when you need to start paying for a lot more tickets and fares. That age which means he is in school now. The era of nappies and dummies, bottles and prams is gone, replaced by endless snacks and trousers forever tearing at the knees, scooters and bicycles. Five seems to be the perfect balance of independence that means you get to enjoy your cup of tea (even twice in a day), not trip over your toes or burn your fingers in the middle of cooking dinner just because your child said 'I need to wee!' since now he can actually make a trip to the toilet himself! But he still needs your help dressing since he almost always gets trapped trying to take off his shirt ... And the backs of the shoes always stay tucked in unless you intervene. Z’s actually spent a full day at school we...