Reilly is Big 5
On Sunday, we came home from church and is customary in our house we asked Reilly what his lesson was all about. We found out that it was about a couple going on vacation because they were going to a hotel. Now, there was room for the baby but not for the adults so they had to go stay in a barn. We asked Reilly, “What did they do in the barn?” He answered, “Oh, they just stand there, but God saved the animals.” As our hands were hitting our foreheads and our eyes were rolling to the sky we pressed further. “Reilly, was there a baby in the story?” “Oh yes, there was a baby” he said. “What was the baby’s name?” we asked — thinking we were back on track. “Goliath” came the reply. “He was a Goliath of a baby.” At this point, I looked at Sandy and said, “He’s your son! Now what?”
Well, we’re hoping to develop Reilly’s theological training and discipleship plan into something a bit more robust in the coming year. However, we know we have to get past today’s big birthday party that Reilly’s been talking about for months now. The day has finally come. Reilly is 5 years old. He defended that to his friend Iliana last night, “It’s not your birthday Iliana — it’s mine!”
For months we’ve asked Reilly how old he is going to be and he’d reply, “Seven.” We’d quickly say, “No, you’re going to be five.” He was determined that he was going to be seven and disdain five. So, we would finally ask him why he’s going to be seven and not five. To this, Reilly would reply, “Seven is happy and five is sad because five lost his parents.” Where are the manuals for this kind of stuff? Do we walk out of the room? Can you Google Search for an answer to this stuff? What do we do here? Well, we decided to take the slow, stealthy, repetitive, brain-washing approach — whisper in his ear for an hour while he’s sleeping at night. About 10 days ago, Reilly finally accepted that five comes after four and before seven.
Tonight is Reilly’s big birthday party. It’s inevitable. We’re doing this! We are committed to nothing else. Parents of 5-year-olds understand what we’re talking about — and Reilly still has his rich, red hair which gives him staying power. Tonight’s pinata — Spongebob Squarepants — and if the kids don’t do it — I’m going to beat that nerf-head into a candy-pizza.
One thing great about throwing a party in Italy — pizza is easy to get. In fact, the pizzeria insisted that they deliver to us because the pizzas would remain at the right temperature that way. This is a fact I didn’t know about. I guess it depends on who drives the car that the pizzas are ported in whether you receive optimum quality cheese, sauce, and bread — for 5-year-olds!
On a final note, my mom Linda turns a number with a five in it today too! Happy Birthday Mom! It may be a good thing you’re there in AZ because I don’t think Reilly in Italy will be giving you any ground this year to celebrate this one. Oh, and if you get a box of Kinder-eggs with surprises in them, it’s a case of MGI (mistaken-gift-identity)… our bad.
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