Every Wednesday, after I drop J off at school, I take A & E to the chiropractors office so I can get adjusted. And just so you know, hearing a 3 year old say chiropractor is pretty funny. On the way there today A asks me what number I am. I honestly had no idea what he was talking about. I wondered if maybe he saw me get off the exit and read the numbers. So I asked him, "huh?"
A: What number are you?
Me: What do you mean? What number?
A: You. How did you get to be so big?
Me: You mean how old am I?
A: yeah!
The conversation continued and we talked about eating all your fruits and veggies and drink your milk and exercising. It's nice when lessons just fall into my lap like that.
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