This afternoon as we drove home from Ben's school, Ben and Abby had a conversation in the back about their ages, who's big, and who's old. At first Abby said she was old. Great, I thought, if she's old, then we're all in trouble. (Although her request for a laptop and her own iPod next Christmas might lead you to believe she's older than two).
Like a reflex, in true big brother fashion, Ben said, no, he was old. This improves our lot only slightly.
Then he paused to actually think for a moment and settled the whole matter, saying, "No, Abby. None of us are old--not even Daddy."
Smile.
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