When my five year old asks me a question it fills me with mild dread because 1) I'm not sure what he's talking about most of the time and 2) if I answer incorrectly he unravels. To avoid the fit I've been known to lie/pacify/hedge and so you can throw guilt right up there on top of dread. In any case, here are the correct answers to some of his favorites.
"Mommy, can you text the mailman and ask him to bring me a bideo game?" Correct answer: I did but he hasn't texted me back.
"Mommy, do I have to grow up?" Correct answer: Only if you want to.
"Mommy, on Saturday am I going to bed at a 3 and a 7 and a 3?" Correct answer: Um...no?
"Mommy, can I get that for my birthday?" Correct answer: Yes.
"Mommy, can my name be Timmy?" Correct answer: Yes. This made my daughters cry (then he won't be our brother!!) so I amended my answer to: I don't think you can legally change your name until you are eighteen but we can call you Timmy.
And thank goodness I didn't change his name because Timmy was three names ago. Now he's Marvin.