Okay, so yesterday as we were pulling up into the driveway after a long day, Kirsten says to me, "Mommy, what old are you?" This is a frequent question lately. Notice how she uses what instead of how. So, I answered, "28."

"What is your name?"

"Anna."

"I'm 26."

"Noooo..."

"I'm 25"

"No you're not..."

"I'm 23."


Well, this continued for a while, and I was really tickled. So, I told Kirsten she'd have to tell Papa how old she was when we got inside. She giggled and said ok.


So we get inside, and I ask Kirsten to tell Papa how old she is. She's immediately shy, grabbing my leg, you know. So I prompt her again to tell Papa how old she is.


Her answer: "I'm 3."


Yeesh...