Conversations with my 3-year-old girl
I was in the kitchen washing the dishes when Anya came up and asked, “Mommy, how old is Po-Po?” (read: her grandma, my Mom)
I told her, “She’ll be 63 this year”. I then asked her, “So, is Po-Po young or is she old then?”
“She’s old.”
“Am I old or am I young?”
“You’re old, Mommy”
“How old do you think I am?”
[she paused for a few seconds]
“Eighty five.”