Me, Her, the Boy and a Dog

This morning, as my son was wiping the sleep from his eyes and asking me to lay down in his bed for a bit before we went downstairs for breakfast, he told me that he was three years old and that on his next birthday, he will be four. Then he asked:

“How old are you, daddy?”

“Thirty-three,” I said.

“Wow! That’s really old, daddy! That’s a lot of birthdays!”

You have to appreciate honesty like that! Of course 33 isn’t old, but in the eyes of a 3-year-old, it’s a lifetime.

Nic also said that he wants to be an astronaut and that he wants to grow up fast so he can become one … I just smiled and told him to promise me that he wouldn’t grow up too fast, he said he’d try not to.

I love my little boy!