Saturday, November 14, 2009

Too old

On Friday I was finishing up tucking the boys in. Tim asked me how old I was, to which I replied 33. He looked at me for a second, then said "You're getting old, Mama." I laughed and said yes, I am. He looked at me a little longer and then said "No, you're getting really old."

With an introspective look on his face..."You're going to die soon."

By this point I was really laughing and said no, I think I'm okay for awhile.

What was really funny about it is that he wasn't saying it as though he was worried, just very matter-of-fact. Apparently 33 is the new 90! :)


Zack, Jenn and William said...

Today is my last day of 33. I guess that means tomorrow I'll be really, REALLY old :)

Jane said...

I cannot even remember being 33!!! Ben denies my age & insists i'm much younger than I am-Bless him!!!!

adoptedthree said...

Sigh when I turned forty Oksana had to tell everyone that she met that her mom was old she was 40!

Hevel said...

After all, 33 was the age when that certain carpenter died. Your kid must be paying attention to his Bible lessons!