My spunky, free-spirited daughter’s birthday is next week. She turns three. Yes, three to my chagrin.
Anyway, so this morning on our way to her pre-school, singing, rhyming, talking just as we always do, I asked her…
Hey, it’s your birthday on Monday…how old are you going to be, sweetie?
She goes, Yayy, Mama! It is my birthday and I will be three thousand years old!
*I got to admit- she does sound like a 3000 years old imp sometimes!*