I overheard my son, Cameron, talking to a girl at the playground. Here is how the conversation went:
Cameron: I’m older than you.
Girl: No, I”m older. How old are you?
Cameron: I’m 5, but I’ll be 9 soon.
Girl: Well, I”m 8, so I’ll be 9 before you.
Cameron: Well, I’ve a big brother and he’s 17, so he’s older than you.
Girl: Well, my cousin is older than your brother. She’s 22.
Cameron: Well, my mom is way older than your cousin. She’s really old.
Me: (nervous laugh) Okay, Cameron… cut it out.
Girl: So what? My grandfather is way older than your mom. He’s in a wheelchair.
Cameron: (mind blown) Yeah, that’s pretty old.
Hey, I made chocolate and sea salt Madeleines! I’m also not that old. Continue reading →