Five Year Olds

I’ve discovered the futility of giving orders to a five year old with a mind of his own.

“Don’t get wet,” I said.

“Whoops, I fell.”

“Okay, don’t get your jacket wet.”

“Oops! Sorry, Mom.”

“Try to stay cleanish.”

“Look, a sand devil!”

All right. I give up. You win, child.




6 thoughts on “Five Year Olds”

  1. That’s the fun of being 5. I miss my children being young,
    If you can’t beat them then join them. Get wet and roll in the sand with him, he’ll never forget that memory.

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