Dylan and I were driving home from preschool today when we passed an old, rusty, beat up, nasty ass car.

He asked me “Mom, how did that car get so old?”

So I said, “I don’t know, how did YOU get so old?”  (I know, I know, missed teaching opportunity.  Whatever)

And he said:  ”I’m not old!  I’m just a kid.  You’re old when you’re…”

*dramatic pause*

“How old are you, Mommy?”

“Thirty.”

“You’re old when you’re thirty.”

Fucking kid.

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