Me: "Lizzy, I'm so glad you're 5." Lizzy: "Why?" Me: "Because you're fun. And because I don't think I could do the Lizzy baby years again." Lizzy: "What do you mean?" Me: "You were a tough baby." Lizzy: "Oh, that's because I wanted to be free. Free from my mom!"
Lizzy: "What does five and a half mean?" Me: "It means you're half way to your next birthday." Lizzy: "Like you're half way to six?" Me: "Exactly. That happens with every age." Lizzy: "So, after five and a half, you have six, then six and a half, then the next birthday is named seven....then seven and a half...."