Last night I invited a 4 year old and a 6 year old over to spend the night. It was a lot of fun.
While we were still in the car on the way to my room one of the boys commented that his teacher is even older than his sister (eight years old). He presented as evidence the fact that his teacher’s hair is longer than his sister’s. Being curious I asked how old he thought his teacher was. “Fifteen, or seventeen, or maybe more . . . not less than thirteen.”
This morning we ended up walking all over my neighborhood trying to find a restaurant that was open. I’m not sure why they were all so slow to open this morning. We did find one and had a good breakfast.
That last part of the story seems kind of pointless.
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