Son: “Mommy, how old is this bracelet? It’s starting to come apart, and I’m sad!”
Me: “Well, I got it while I was still in high school, so I’m guessing it is 11 or 12 years old.”
Son: “Really? That’s super-duper, super old!”
Me: “But I’m almost 30. If that bracelet is ‘super-duper, super old’, what does that make me?”
Son (without hesitation): “You are super-duper, super, SUPER old!”
Yes, thanks, kid! Thanks for your support here. Turning 30 won’t be difficult enough without my kids putting their two cents in.
I have to laugh, though. Just wait until HE is about to turn 30. Just wait until HE has a little kid tell HIM he is ancient. His time will come. Life has a way of turning full circle and repeating itself, just with different roles or different players. Although I don’t recall, I have a feeling I once was in my son’s shoes and called my own parents old. And now I know how they must have felt. The universe has one crazy sense of humor!
How do your kids feel about your age?