How old is "old"?
One of my sister's boys (#3) shares a birthday with Unk (celebrated together in this entry), and he'll be turning 6 this year. Clearly, he has birthdays on the brain. I was talking to him the other night on the phone, and although paraphrased a little, the conversation basically went like this:
#3: um ... when is Unk's birthday?
Me: August 6, same as you.
#3: well, I'm not having my birthday on August 6
Me: You're not? (thinking there is a party planned for a different day)
#3: no ... I'm going to have it sooner.
Me: you are?
#3: yes. I don't want to wait for August 6. I'm having it before then.
Me (chuckling under my breath): really?
Pause while he ruminates on this concept a bit. It's clearly a big deal. Then:
Me: #3, you know how old Unk is going to be this year?
#3: No. How old?
Me: 40
#3: FORTY????!!!
Me: 40
#3 (in awe): for-ty ....
Pause
#3: Does he need a walking stick?
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#3: um ... when is Unk's birthday?
Me: August 6, same as you.
#3: well, I'm not having my birthday on August 6
Me: You're not? (thinking there is a party planned for a different day)
#3: no ... I'm going to have it sooner.
Me: you are?
#3: yes. I don't want to wait for August 6. I'm having it before then.
Me (chuckling under my breath): really?
Pause while he ruminates on this concept a bit. It's clearly a big deal. Then:
Me: #3, you know how old Unk is going to be this year?
#3: No. How old?
Me: 40
#3: FORTY????!!!
Me: 40
#3 (in awe): for-ty ....
Pause
#3: Does he need a walking stick?
This blog entry brought to you by a girl with a lot on her mind she can't blog about.