Old, in, like, seven years
20th March 2008
Yesterday I told Carl (my Little Brother) my birthday was coming up this weekend, and he asked how old I was turning. When I asked him to guess, he said 36.
“Carl, let me give you your first piece of woman advice.”
“Uh-oh.”
“When a woman asks you hold old you think they are, it’s a good rule to guess about 10 years younger than you really think they are.”
“You’re not 36, are you.”
“No. I’m turning 29.”
“Oh.”
*quiet pause for 30 seconds, while we continue to finger and sort a box of seashells*
“My Dad’s 36, and he’s, like old.”
“Dude, that means you think I’m, like, old.”
“I’d better shut-up now, huh?”
“That’d be a good idea, buddy.”
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Tee hee…straight from the mouth of babes. You have to love them anyway for their pure innocence. Happy 29th Carly enjoy your birthday weekend.
So how many years do ya think you’ll get to be 29 before Lucy catches on?
Mom had you going for a couple at least.
Happy Birthday Carly~ It’s funny-whenever you write about Carl, I’m like “wow-Carl and Carly–that must have been fun growing up” then I remember he’s not your real little brother!