Give me five!

I was reading something to Blake in my lap today that included the number 5. After I read "2005," he said "Fi, Fi." I didn't get it at first, so he grabbed my hand, unfolded my fingers, held up my hand, and gave me five. Then he smiled. Every so often for the rest of the evening, he would say "Fi, Fi" to Tom and me and expect us to return the gesture.

So much talking lately! I love it!