My youngest son can be so weird at times.
“Don’t worry. I can do it. I’m 5!”
My youngest boy thinks he can do anything now he’s five.
“I’m [on] Level 5.”
Since he likes RPG’s, for him finishing levels in whichever Wii or iOS game is his life — aside from any of the multiple Disney, Nickelodeon or Cartoon Network channels. Said this, he finished Level 4 (four) and he’s at Level 5 (five) now.
All the while, my almost twelve-year-old couldn’t care less. He prefers his shooting games although he’s not into Doom, Duke Nukem or Biohazzard (Resident Evil) yet.