What I really mean is, 'This kid, y'all. He kills me!'
And I come back for more.
Currently, we're in the midst of the Great Belt Crisis. Kid loves him a belt. He slips it through (most of) the loops and has a knack for buckling it somewhere off to the side. His zipper is usually down and his shirttail gets shoved in the band of his underwear in some places, between the belt and the actual pants in others, but rarely between the pants and the underwear. On a particularly stellar day, the shirt is right side out and the tag is in the back.
The shoes are forever on the wrong feet.
The problem with the belt is that, while he can get it on and buckled, he can't unbuckle it when he needs to go potty. This throws us into crisis mode as he yelps and flails about in the bathroom looking for all the world like a rabid dancer.
It's tough to be five.
He's so little still. But don't tell him that. One of his favorite people in the whole world is one of the young lifeguards at our pool. In appearances, they remind me of Chester and Spike, though Lifeguard David is not surly at all.
He's got a string of young female lifeguards enchanted with his goofy grin and sweet heart. In fact, there's a wedding in the planning with his favorite, sweet Gracie. He's pronounced her his 'marrying girl'. I'm not sure he asked - in fact, I am of the understanding that he informed her of their pending nuptials. We've got some work to do with this young man...
Actually, a lot of work. He announced to Amy, another female lifeguard that she was his girlfriend and when Amy defended her friend Gracie and the supposed engagement of Daniel to Gracie, Daniel replies with "She's just my marrying girl. You're my girlfriend."
Words fail me.
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