Here is a funny little story that happened to me while I was at school substituting back in October. I took the kids for a RR break. I was standing there making small talk with a few of the students that were back in line. This sweet little 4th grade girl looks up at me and says: “How old are you?”. I just smiled at her. She then says: “28 or 29?” Oh, how sweet is that? I open my mouth only to be quickly interrupted by a “not so sweet” 4th grade boy, who says at the top of his lungs: “29? Are you serious? Come on, look at her, she is at least 56!” OH DEAR LORD! What’s up with that? I just busted out laughing. To be honest, he is a very sweet boy.
Our daughters are also part of this interesting age game. Whenever someone asks for my age or their dad’s, they don’t say our age but always: “Mom is older than Dad by 2 years!” Geez, thanks….note to self: “stop feeding these children!”
But, truth is I don’t worry about my age. I never have, I have always been glad to be where I am at this exact time! Why worry? I can’t change my age, no one can change their age. Yes, you could lie but why? Haven’t you earned every bit of this? I sure have!
By the way, I’m 41😀