When you are five

Today was round three of chemo for my daughter.

 I have asked my granddaughter the last several years if she would like to learn to knit. The answer is always ‘no’. 
My grandson nodded his head ‘yes’ when I asked him this morning if he would like to learn to knit. YAY!
While we were knitting, he told me that he missed going to school and playing with his friends. “Grandma, do you know why I really miss school?
I want to tell my friends that I am five now but I cant.”