On the way to church yesterday, John asked me some random question. At the moment, I don't remember what the question was, but this was our conversation.
me: I don't know, John.
John: Why not?
me: Because I'm getting old.
John: You're not old, Mom. Daddy's (pause) not old either.
me: Oh! Well, that's good to know. Thanks, John.
John: But Grandpa is old! Not Grandpa VM or Grandpa-Great though.
me: (trying to control my laughter) Why don't you think Grandpa VM or Grandpa Great are old?
John: Well, they don't have holes in their pants and shirts.
(If I hadn't been laughing so hard, I should have responded by saying that John must be old too since he keeps getting holes in his jeans.)
1 comment:
Oh my word!! I have not laughed so hard in a long time!! I wonder what he thinks of me!
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