My five year old, Jake, is always listening. He doesn't miss a thing. And the memory this kid has is ri-dic-u-lous. Let us all pray he grows up to use it for good and not evil.
The other night Ben and I were chatting in the kitchen. Somehow we got onto the topic of a friend's age. Ben informed me that the person was in fact younger than me, and I just couldn't believe it! Certainly I was not their elder?!? Really, I used those words.
I was wrong. I am their elder. Barf.
I went on to explain to Ben how it's not that I feel like 32 (almost 33) is old, it's just that it seems like highschool was just yesterday! There is some disconnect in my head. Or I need there to be. I need to feel the gap from 1996 until now. But alas, I do not.
Anyways, fast forward to this afternoon...I'm in the living room changing Lucy and hurrying Jake along to get to afternoon pre-k on time and I hear him yell from the mud room...
Hurry up old lady, you're gonna make me late!
"Did he just call me his old lady?" I thought to myself.
I gave him the chance to re-phrase his question. He declined. He fed me back my own words from the conversation the other night...where I mentioned that I am in fact an old lady.
He kills me. However, he will now refrain from using the term "old lady" when referring to me...or any other woman for that matter. ;)