So. Patrick turned 5. [Insert OMG I CAN'T BELIEVE IT HE'S 5! WHERE DID THE TIME GO? MY BABY IS GOING TO START KINDERGARTEN THIS YEAR! freakout here.]
Patrick is not going to like going to school. I know this because he is like a little teenager. If left to his own devices, he will stay up late playing video games and then sleep in very late the next morning. And then he will wake up and ask to play video games. Interestingly, I read some infographic that said left-handed people were better at multi-tasking and more likely to enjoy and excel at video games, so there's that. He's 5 now, so I think I'm allowed to call him a lefty. The same infographic said two right-handed parents have a 2 percent chance of producing a lefty. He doesn't exclusively use his left hand, but if he swings a baseball bat, it's left-handed. If he grabs a crayon, it's left-handed. He writes his name left-handed. However he prefers to type it either on my phone or on my computer. Kids these days.
He only has a few leftover babyisms. He still says "I fink" instead of "I think" but he can say think if you make him. He calls spaghetti "bisketti" but he can say that the right way too if you make him. He is very good with numbers. Less so with letters. I think they bore him. He really doesn't like lower-case letters. In fact, he refuses to use them. Or learn them. That is why Patrick will be going to kindergarten and not being home schooled. (Also I just typed "homeshooled" so that should be a good enough reason right there.)
Patrick is tall and skinny and looks very much like a big kid, but he's still scared of the dark and he told me the other day that maybe he'll think about wiping himself when he's 7. I don't understand this, as he went through a burst of independence when he turned 4 (or sometime around then) where he wanted to do everything himself, and now he ... doesn't.
He does not like getting his hair cut or eating vegetables (especially peas).
He is very polite. But sneaky. He is brutally honest. (Unless he's trying to be sneaky.) He will yell, "Mom! Mom! Mom!" (or Dad) and then when you finally said, "What?!?" he replies, "I love you." My dad overheard him telling me he loved me when we were over at their house the other day and said, "What did you do wrong, Patrick?" Patrick looked confused, and I told my dad that he just says it because he wants to. "Oh," my dad said. "I only said that when I had done something wrong and I was trying to stay out of trouble."