Wednesday, February 9, 2011

out of the mouths of babes

"It's Grandma's birthday today!" I tell the kids after breakfast.
"How old do you think she is?" (a totally loaded question for a group of preschoolers, I know.)
Charlie: "300!"
Frank: "I don't know? Ten?!"
Lucy: (holds up 10 fingers and giggles)
Rose from the other room, hollars: "70!" (ouch.)

I would never be so rude to say for sure, but Rose minus do the math.

I remember Dad helping us to order black tipped carnations when she turned 30. (I was 8 then.) She seemed so OLD back then, and now...she's more like the sister I never had. Funny how our own age changes our perspective. 30 was nothin!

Happy Birthday mom!
You're another year younger.
Love you.


Mom said...

Thanks blessed I am.

Lisa said...

Darn! I wish I knew it was her birthday when I saw her buying ice cream.....I would have given her a harder time!

Anonymous said...

You are so right. I feel that my mom and i are getting close. I also feel like we are sisters.

Holly J