And now, he's 6 years old. He has no front teeth, and has opinions about what he likes to wear (preferably shirts with numbers on them -- no collars -- and shoes that light up). He likes to walk up to the school with his friends, and has to be reminded to hug us goodbye.
One of his favorite pastimes is spying on A. To that end, he got a secret message pen and a lie detector kit from his sisters. Nice of A to play along, since she is most often the victim of his secret missions. He also got a skateboard from the family, a remote-control car that drives up walls (from me and Kathy), Battleship from my parents and a Steelers jersey and jacket from Kathy's mom. Not a bad haul for 6 years old. Oh right, and Kathy's mom sent him 6 dollars, so he now believes he is rich.
A few nights ago, C came downstairs with a bad dream. Kathy snored through it, but I woke up. He crawled in, curled up in my armpit, and was fast asleep in minutes. After my arm fell asleep, I carried him back up to bed. As I tucked him in, he woke up a little bit, and said in a groggy voice, "Thank you, Ewin. Love you," then was back to sleep. I'll be sad when the speech therapy at school changes the way he says my name, and when he's too cool to say he loves me. For now, I'm just glad that at six, he's still such a little boy.