“That song has one mean part. He says that no one can eat that sugar unless it's him. He's not nice. But I still like it.”
Sometimes I wish they could be five forever.
At dinner, the five year old tells his brothers about the mean guy who won’t share his sugar.
“He’s not singing about sugar. He’s singing about cupcakes!” laughs the 8 year old.
So of course I have to ask: “Cupcakes?”
“He says red velvet.”
I try really hard not to laugh, when the ten year old says, “It’s not about food. I think it’s about girls…”
I turn to the eight year old, “What do you think?”
“Cupcakes. Red velvet ones!”
So there you go. It starts somewhere between eight and ten.