D has been looking forward to "the big five" for what feels like 364 days. It's the first birthday that has really seemed to mean something to him. He was full of questions about when he could actually start answering the tired "how old are you?" question with the new number, rather than his cagey "4 and eleven-twelfths" or "almost practically five."
But then, as soon as the candles were out, he got a little case of cold feet. What if I'm not ready?, he seemed to be feeling.
Kid life isn't so different from adult life.
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