Spencer: Mommy, is it your birthday?
Me: Nope. In a couple of weeks. (On December 4th, actually.)
Spencer: What number is your body?
Me (thinking I'm quite clever): Daddy says I'm a ten.
Spencer: What?
Me: Do you mean how old am I?
Spencer: Yes.
Me: I'm twenty-nine.
Spencer: No! You're flirty.
Me: What? Flirty?
Spencer (exasperated, talking as if I'm a bit dim): Yes! You will be flirty on your birthday!
Me (thinking I'm still quite clever): I don't have to be flirty. I already got your dad to marry me.
Spencer: Silence.
Me (trying to recover as if it really mattered that a three year old didn't get the joke): I am not thirty yet. I am 29. But...
Spencer: No! On your birthday you will be flirty.
Me: Fine. On my birthday I will be flirty. Watch out, boys, here I come!
Spencer: What? Watch out what?
Me: Nevermind. Is flirty old?
Spencer: No...... But yes.
1 comment:
Okay, that was seriously funny.
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