You know that hard-working guardian angel of mine, Marguerite? Well, she's gone out of her way recently to wrap me in courage and strength. And sometimes, she makes me smile.
I had to share with you a precious moment in the lives of my boys. Let me set the stage for the story. My youngest son Jack (2 1/2 years old) likes to give kisses and hugs. Josh is not very affectionate and he usually thinks girls are yucky until a week ago.
We were driving in my van tonight and Jack was telling us he has a girlfriend at his preschool. That did not surprise us. Josh usually gets embarrassed about girls, so we decided to ask him if he had a girlfriend. Before he could answer, Jack says, "Mrs. Smythe!!" Of course, I start laughing so hard. Then Josh says very seriously, "No, she is like 31 years old."
I thought you might enjoy knowing that you have made an impression on my two year-old and according to a kindergartner you are very young looking.
I laughed and laughed. Until I realized that 31 years old, to a five year old, is really A HUNDRED. I've learned a thing or two these last 10 years about five year olds and numbers.
31 = 100.
It's the new math.