Feels like it some days. He's 5.5, and feeling his oats.
This Thanksgiving, we actually hosted for the first time in 10+ years. As we were sitting around, digesting, we broke out a game. Do you remember "Operation"? The one where you try to remove things from a patient with tweezers, and if the tweezers hit the side his nose lights up and it buzzes? T'was fairly popular when we were kids.
Anyway, we introduced V2.0 to it after T-day dinner. The 3rd time he blew it on the wishbone, he looked up, in front of Gramma and everyone, and said, "Well, that's a pain in the ass!"
Ah, the joys of child-rearing.