The thing about being a really creative five year old, was that Jamie was pretty good at entertaining himself for long stretches of time. Not indefinitely, obviously, but for a solid couple hours.
Eventually, though, he'd started to notice the growling in his stomach. He hadn't eaten since breakfast, and his father hadn't called him for lunch yet. So he put down his crayons and padded out to his father's room, poking his head around the doorframe. "Dad?" he called.