The reason I chose the age of 5 is they are old enough to know things. Manners, please and thank yous. They know how to walk and are stable at it, but then, all of a sudden you get this emotional outburst of NO! Dont want to! and they throw themselves down on the floor of the grocery store, spewing candy and tears everywhere. As soon as you try to explain to someone what happened, and how you are just trying to make it out of the store alive, you look over, and there is this precious angel sitting in the carriage like, "what? "

Good grief. Went to the bon fire at the neighbors place, and it was like having a toddler tag along. I leaned against a chair, and yep, it was a rocker! oopsie! I went to grab my bottle of water, and it slipped out of my hand, and of course the lid wasnt on tight, and I sprayed the snooty lady from down the street on her $400 pair of 7 jeans. (ok that one was kinda fun) but I didnt mean to do it. its just water! she acted like it was acid. So, its like having a 5 year old along for the ride. good grief!