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Wednesday
Sep192007

Why you should not fear Five.

I do not wish to terrify my friends who live with children under five, or don't have any kids yet. I certainly don't want them to make life-altering changes due to my outbursts. Do not worry, friends! All is not horror and shrieking when the child becomes five! No, the five-year-old, at least the one at our house, often exhibits many charming and lovable behaviors. I would even say that these behaviors cancel out the awfulness, so even if you're exhausted and enraged, Five can turn it all around, sometimes within minutes. That's why we keep them around.

This is a small sampling of the Charms of Five. I'm sure there are more, but then, we're still three weeks away from official Five-dom:

1. He likes to be a helper. (Uh, usually.) Want someone to set the table? Five will do it! Need your surfaces dusted? Hand your five-year-old a damp cloth and he'll get to work! If you're having dinner and Five announces that he wants another glass of milk, guess who can go get it his own damn self? That would be Five! As long as you don't mind poorly folded napkins, dust streaks on most everything, and the occasional milk puddle, this new Helper is a wonderful person to have in the house. Especially if you're incredibly lazy, as I am.

2. He's a deep thinker. Five will ask many questions about, say, hypnosis (he didn't get it from me! I blame children's programming); when you answer them, he'll ask relevant and probing follow-ups. ("You mean it's like your brain is taken over? Can you make someone do whatever you want them to do?") Suddenly you realize you're having a conversation. With your child! It feels sort of miraculous.

3. He's ridiculously fun. One day your child's humor is relegated to poop jokes and puzzling squeaky noises, and the next he's performing uncanny impersonations of friends and family. He's rolling his eyes at you and uttering bon mots that you can't write down fast enough. And he can perform dance moves that leave you weak with laughter. When you walk to school, you don't just walk, you Leap Over Pools of Lava while Running From Double Agents. This, FYI, is an excellent way to get to school on time.

4. You can share cool things with Five. You can read books you remember loving when you were little; you can watch moviesand shows that don't make you want to retch into your cupped hands. No more television shows whose plots revolve around a loose shoelace or a broken cup. (Goodbye, Miffy, and GOOD RIDDANCE.) You can browse the Internet together for funny images. (If you want to make Five crack up, find pictures of hairless cats. You're welcome.)

5. He goes to SCHOOL. And then you can have some time to yourself, and get some work done, and also remember why Five isn't all bad.

Reader Comments (54)

My second has recently turned 5 and your "good" and "bad" posts are bang on. You just crack me up. The only thing better than Finslippy posts would be DAILY Finslippy posts!
September 19, 2007 | Unregistered CommenterAEMom
Mine will be 5 in October and I can totally relate to all of what you say especially the "helper". I could, however, do with a little less "diva".
September 19, 2007 | Unregistered CommenterNew Diva on the Blog
Is Four like a junior-league Five? I need some hope to look forward to. Son is nearly four and I'm exhausted by the melt-downs. I'm hoping melt-downs are a Three trait.
September 19, 2007 | Unregistered CommenterCatherine
Min will be five in a mere 1166 days. I can't wait. Hell. I can't wait until 3. I can't wait until preschool and due to a late birthday, we will most likely have 3 years of it.
September 19, 2007 | Unregistered Commenterkate
I've done all the ages from zero to nine with my son (the youngest in our family) and I remember five as being a time when I could do NO WRONG! He loved me with the intensity of a thousand Pokemon cards. He couldn't fit enough hugs and cuddles into the day and five was when he invented the "Angel Kiss(TM)" (a slight whisper of the lips applied almost on the cheek, but not quite touching. sigh)

Nine. Now nine jumps out of the van at school and when a hug or kiss is requested, nine looks at you like you have two heads then he brays, "naaaah!" and runs away. Although nine does still wave out the front window when you leave the house, because he will miss you.

I still miss five though.
September 19, 2007 | Unregistered CommenterProcrastamom
I'm so glad he's avoided being sold to the Gypsies for another week.
September 19, 2007 | Unregistered CommenterJustin
I prefer Four. Five is waaaaaaay mouthy. Four thought I was a lot smarter than Five does.
September 19, 2007 | Unregistered CommenterSue
just wait until six. it's a hell of a lot better than 5!
September 19, 2007 | Unregistered Commenterali
Wait until you get to meet 14 and 15.

Sulky and morose and generally quite grumpy.
September 19, 2007 | Unregistered Commenterjon deal
Five sounds fun! I can't wait until my nonexistent children turn five!
September 19, 2007 | Unregistered CommenterLori
Yes. All those things and the not so great things too make Five great. We've got Seven. I love Seven. Seven can be expected to clean up after herself and do chores and change the oil ... Oh, I love Seven.

(Oh, and you're awesome. Your honesty and wit is unparalleled. Thank you.)
September 19, 2007 | Unregistered CommenterRivetergirl
Melt downs are a very three trait. I have no idea why people talk about "the terrible twos". Three is evil. Two is upset, but honestly. Three is tamtrumy on purpose and manipulative and louder and stronger and *way* more annoying.

I have four and a half. And he does get his own milk! And gets a toy for the baby! And actually held her hand so she could try walking... of course they were headed for the door out of the bookstore while I was trying to pay for 4 books and dropping twenty things and trying to have a phone call all at the same time. But wasn't it sweet he tried to help? Even if I ended up apologising to the bookstore guy, running across the store screaming like a fool, and almost left my phone there?

September 19, 2007 | Unregistered Commentersilvermine
I think the gem here is the bit about time apart while five is at school...amazing what a little distant perspective can help a person appreciate. Glad your getting enough time to yourself to cherish the moments you do spend with your five.
September 19, 2007 | Unregistered Commentercce
Yes, those family and friends impersonations are hilarious. Be warned: at five, they listen to everything you say and those said impersonations can make the holidays just a tad less merry. From experience I speak.
September 19, 2007 | Unregistered CommenterMrs. G.
I have a new 4 and he has been rather difficult, so I'm glad to hear there are some good things about 5. Then again, everyone told me 4 was going to be easy.
September 19, 2007 | Unregistered CommenterAnne
Now I can't wait til' my girl turns five...although her 3 almost 4 stage is pretty hilarious too. :)

FYI: I found your link on Some Pig's blog. I can't stop looking at your header though. It's disturbingly awesome.
September 19, 2007 | Unregistered CommenterSanity,Interrupted...
Today ours said "I think sharks and stingrays are in the same family." "That's right," I said. "That's a scary family," he said. "If I were the stingray in that family, I'd want a gun."
September 19, 2007 | Unregistered Commenterbraine
Oh, and yeah, I realize that was about me. Sorry. Umm...spot on as usual, Alice!
September 19, 2007 | Unregistered Commenterbraine
I've decided there's something evil about the odd number years. Two wasn't half bad, but 3 was a bitch, four was rather sweet, 5 I nearly pinched his little head off, six I missed him when he went to school, and 7 I thought he was a freak. Now eight - eight has been pretty cool - he won't kiss me in front of his friends or anything, but we have a special handshake, and some pretty deep conversations in the dark when I'm putting him to bed. But 9 is coming soon and I'm dreading it. When do the hormones kick in? What do you bet it'll be 9, not ten.
September 19, 2007 | Unregistered Commentermommy24x7
Oh, c'mon five! Waitin' for ya five!
September 19, 2007 | Unregistered CommenterAll Adither
But... but... I love the poop jokes! I don't want it to stop being funny when I pretend to fart in my son's (conveniently located at small-adult-female butt-level) face!

Of course, since I didn't grow out of it, it's unlikely he will, either. And reading Harry Potter at bedtime rather than a book with a truck or a train or the word "Disney" on the cover kicks ass.
September 20, 2007 | Unregistered CommenterSummer
This is excellent timing since my oldest turns five (sorry, Five) today. You have given me hope.

Sadly, I don't get to enjoy the peace and quiet that school brings because I've quickly learned that my toddler is extremely demanding now that her big sister is no longer here to entertain her, but it's not too bad since she does at least nap!
September 20, 2007 | Unregistered Commentersherry
Thank you, thank you for item #3. My four-year-olds are deep in the throes of bathroom humor. Good to know this will, um, pass.
September 20, 2007 | Unregistered Commenterchristie
I don't have any kids yet but I clearly remember when I was five I INSISTED on doing the dishes as long as I could wear the yellow gloves. More bizarrely though was that I would clean the tiled floors in the kitchen and bathroom with an old tooth brush OF VOLUNTARILY.(I believe this was after seeing Cinderella.)Five is a magic number.

September 20, 2007 | Unregistered CommenterBrandy
Unless you homeschool. And have an endless stream of 5's bringing up the rear. ;o)
September 20, 2007 | Unregistered CommenterJenni

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