As soon as she woke up this morning, Hannah turned to me and said "Am I six today?"
No, sweetie, you're still five. But you're more than five-and-a-half now, you're only two months away from being six!
*blank look* "I want to be six NOW! It's taking so loooooong."
So I got out the cuisenaire rods and showed her how big twelve was and we counted out the months she's already lived since turning five.
She was excited that there were only two left to go (two looks like a very short time compared to ten). I even went for the '3/4' which got me an eye roll.
Then she started thinking of presents she wanted for her birthday and the 'It's so long until my birthday' refrain started back up.
I told her that it did, indeed, seem like a long time for her, but for me every day that she got older was a day closer to her growing up, so it seemed like time was moving very fast to me.
She got a concerned look on her face, crawled into my lap, took my face between her hands, and, looking in my eyes, said in a very calming voice, "It's not the years that I want, Mother. It's the presents."
That's all right then.