I think is one of those innocent questions children ask that after a while start to appear less innocent. I'm not ashamed of my age, in fact I'd like to think I'm still pretty young. So when my soon to be four year old (jeepers! 4 already) asks this question, it's not a big deal, you know, still innocent.
So we were all at the dinner table earlier this week discussing the boys' upcoming birthdays. J-dilla's birthday is coming up at the end of this month.
So SMH Dad asked, "Jay how old are you?".
"One" Jay says. We all give him an attaboy for getting it right.
"Do you know how old you're going to be?" SMH Dad asks.
"Two", Jay replies. Again, we give him an attaboy for getting it right.
Of course now, Master M wants to get in on the action.
"Mommy, how old are you? M asks.
"Old enough to be your mother", I respond with a chuckle.
"How old do you think Mommy is?, asks SMH Dad.
M makes a feeble attempt at pretending to think and replies, "mmmm, a hundred!"
I laugh. His answer was definitely unexpected, but he was by no means finished.
He now turns to SMH Dad, "Daddy, how old are you?"
"How old do you think I am?, SMH Dad replies.
Once again, M pretends to think (you know where this is going right?),
then belts out,
"thirty!" (this happens to be the right answer).
I laughed so hard I couldn't speak for a few minutes.
I'm not sure what the true lesson was here, but at a minimum, I won't be giving my kids another opportunity to guess my age.
This post was inspired by Mama Kat's should be famous by now Writer's Workshop.
