Grandma, why are you worn? — Leon, my 5-year-old grandchild, while stroking the wrinkles on my face.
November 40th! — Noah, when asked when his birthday is.
Taïs (6): “Mom, when were you little?”
Me: “Hmm… In the ’80s… ”
Was it in the Middle Ages?
A grandmother was telling her little granddaughter what her own childhood was like: “We used to skate outside on a pond. I had a swing made from a tire; it hung from a tree in our front yard. We rode our pony. We picked wild raspberries in the woods.” The little girl was wide-eyed, taking this in. At last she said:
I sure wish I’d gotten to know you sooner!