When I grow up to be a man

The other night I was laying in bed with Little Man for his "five at five". We have decided, thanks to his buddy Ben's mom's rule that I have adopted, now that he is five years old he gets me for five minutes at bedtime after the routine (as opposed to indefinitely). So I tucked him in, turned off the lights and laid there with him and chatted a bit. Still a bit hyper, he chirps:
"I five, then six, then seven, then eight then nine then ten, then I a GROWN-UP!!" Then adds "I like you very much,...