Esme yesterday on the way back from the bus. 'It doesn't take 15 time to get down there (to the house)?' No, minutes - it doesn't take fifteen minutes to get down there, only about five minutes. 'Five minutes - that is my age!' No, five years.. five years is a long time, five minutes is a small time. Five years is like.. fifty million minutes (hyperbole but I wanted to get the drift across)... OH... I remember when I was one age. What? You remember when you were one years old? What did you do that you remember? I had a two year birthday party at Grandma house, and then I was three year age and then four year and now I am five year age and it is five! And what will you be next - on your next birthday? *think* Six. I will be six, and then seven year and then eight year and nine and ten and eleven and twelve... 'Whoa, slow down.. wait, that's a long time. Let's work on six, ok?' Oh. ok. six. just six. But.. six is just.. like a child. It's not big. I will be scared, and shake... I want to be big - 'dult'.. (adult). But there are lots of things to learn still - like the difference between five minutes and five years, important things. And we will help you learn everything and go to school and learn things. OK.. I'll be six. *climb stairs dejected hanging head* It will take a long time.. but... I can play Minecraft! Yes, yes you can.
She didn't go to school today - and she was bubbling around the house writing signs and a letter to Gwenny and making 'beautiful homes' on Minecraft. She went to see Grandma a bit ago.. and I'm deciding what to do with my day off.. been picking things up here and there and knitted a bit on a washcloth... read a lot of articles online.
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