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Turning Six

Written By: Scot Butwell - Jan• 19•14

bday cakes

It was a few days before his birthday, and when L picked me up from work and I mentioned to D in the car that he would soon be six, he told his mom and me, “I don’t want to be a man.”  

We both laughed.

I told D that he would still be boy for many more years, and that he should enjoy being a kid, and he seemed greatly relieved by this knowledge. I think I even heard an audible sigh in the backseat after my comment.

Six is a great age.

D had cupcakes with his classmates on his birthday, and if he felt like classroom royalty, his was a tiny kingdom of six home schooled boys. And one couldn’t make it today. 

That’s what L told me. She dropped us off in the afternoon at McDonald’s (one of our hangouts) while she completed some last minute birthday preparations.

D and I played digital miniature golf on a space course, and at one point, I purposefully hit our digital off the course, and as it slowly drifted into space, he laughed hysterically.

So we took turns whacking ball after ball into outer space. We forgot all about trying to hit our ball into the hole, and D erupted into giddy spasms of laughter for the next five minutes.

He has it figured out at age six: a little silliness is needed (and I hope he never forgets this) from time to time to escape the seriousness in the world.

We celebrated his birthday at home. Mom, dad, son. He ate a piece of his mom’s gluten-free cake, and we unwrapped his presents. His presents–a bible and basketball–were selected more with spiritual and physical considerations in mind.

He looked into the bag where the bible came from and said, “I want Iron Man. Where is Iron Man?”

He bounced the basketball on the floor, flung it in the air, and it ricocheted off the wall, just missing a lamp, and D and I were commanded by L to go to the park.

A few days later, his grandmother took us out for dinner. He unwrapped his present and, without any intervention on my part, it was Iron Man. It was like he just met his new BFF, and they struck up an animated dialogue.

That was the beginning and end of conversation with him: if we wanted to converse with him, it had to include Iron Man. But, boy, was he ever happy. 

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