My six-year-old has been planning his birthday party feverishly for some time now.
This morning he very carefully made up a guest list–it has four people on it–three cousins and a two-year-old we used to watch pretty much 18 hours a day until he moved over to the rainy side of the mountains. He even oriented all the letters the right way except for the Z's. I didn't have the heart to point that one out; there were three of them.
He knows–and has documented–what he wants for breakfast, lunch, after school snack and dinner; what kind of cake, movie and presents.
Now I just have to keep track of the lists for the next 161 days or so.