While Eleanor was eating her "bekfest" this morning we had the following conversation:
Eleanor: Mommy, you're old!
Me: I am?
Eleanor: I'm old too. I'm two and half! (proudly displaying two fingers)
Its so interesting to see how they define words. Also, I wouldn't call myself "old", but apparently I have been that way for about 28 years. :)
1 comment:
I guess I'm lucky that my two and a half year old doesn't talk so good yet. Because I'm much older than you, and I'd hate to be called out on it by my little boy!
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