I went to pick up two of the grandkids the other day.
Julie’s 4 year old Austin. Tessa’s 4 year old James.
The plan was for them to spend the night with us.
Here’s how the conversation went before we even got out the door:
Austin: Grandma, you’re old.
Me: What do you mean I’m old? Just for that, you have to stay home.
James: But you ARE old Grandma!
Austin: Now you can’t go either, James, you called her old…I threw them in the trunk and took them with me anyway.