Oh what a difference a year makes. Paul turned FIVE on Sunday. Last year, when he turned four, I lamented the fact that he had gone from a toddler to a little kid in the blink of an eye. Another blink later and he’s not a little kid anymore- he’s a big kid, a five year old, heading off to pre-K with his backpack and his lunchbox and not even a wave good-bye over his shoulder. LP has grown several inches since he turned four- just look at the difference in the photos below, taken just about a year apart. He looks like a baby to me in the first photo, and so grown up in the second. At five, Paul is intelligent, engaging, witty, and I have to admit, rather adept at sarcasm (it runs in the family on both sides and was bound to happen). He loves to talk to anyone and everyone but is particularly happy talking to grown-ups, especially the elderly people who frequent the YMCA we attend. I’ve been told several times by them that h...