Anyway, he is so five years old and all that comes with that. He makes me crazy by practicing the four questions for the Passover seder to the extreme, then refusing to do them when the time comes. He asks for help then refuses to let you help him (unless it's buckling his seat belt - then suddenly his very capable arms become very, very tired). He hates getting in the shower and hates getting out of the shower. He will still try to whine and cry to get his way, but it's only for a moment. He is the confounding mix of fearless and shy; he knows no physical limitations yet wants to disappear when another adult speaks to him.
I have a new theory on why grown men don't speak as much as grown women. If most men were anything like Max as a boy, they have simply used up all of their words by the time they make it to adulthood. There is so much screaming, shrieking, story-telling and dreaming to be shared at this age. There are fewer mispronunciations these days, but they include "panado" for potato. As exhausting as listening to him can be, I also never want it to stop.
One last Max-related note - the kids gives me compliments like no other. He loves to tell me I'm "pretty and beautiful" - even when I haven't bothered to do my hair or dress well. He's usually fishing for a compliment back, like when he was wearing his seder outfit above, but I will gladly provide one for him. And it's always nice to hear him say something other than a karate-related "HI-YA!" (See the video below) How I love that kid.