Yesterday, during our walk, we had this little exchange:
*Sigh* “Yeeeesss. I am.”
“How many years do you have?”
“I am thirty-five years old.”
“How many years is Daddy?”
“Daddy is thirty-seven years old.”
“When will you be the same as Daddy?”
“I will be thirty-seven in two years.”
“Hey, Daddy! Mommy is going to have a birthday and then she will be twenty-seven, just like you!”
“Thirty-seven, Munchkin. I will be thirty-seven in two years.”
“Hey, Daddy! Mommy is going to have a birthday and she will be thirty-seven in TWO WEEKS!”
“Two years, Munchkin! Two YEARS!”
At which point, I succumbed to laughter, realizing your exclamations to Daddy were loud enough that some of our neighbors may even have heard them inside their houses.
Ah, Munchkin, no matter how old I may get, I’m sure you will always keep me young.
All my love,