Why I had to tell C he's not my favorite anymore.

[lemon_says]

We were on our way to the bowling alley this morning. My sister had Anya and A, one of my charges this week, and I had Ez, C, and S, the other two. As we're driving along, Ez asks what "year" the boys are, meaning Chinese zodiac.

Me: Well, I think A is a dragon, but I'd have to look it up. And C's a monkey like Anya, and S is a dog like you.
C: When is the year of the rabbit?
Me: This year is one. And I'm a rabbit.
C: Okay, so that was what, like 1523?


Yes, my friends, I am 488 years old.

Comments

[chinook-wind.livejournal.com]

If you are, I am too -- that explains the crackling and popping in all my joints! We look damn good for 488, don't we?

*cleans water off the screen*

[heathrow.livejournal.com]

Did you allow him to complete the drive to the bowling alley, or did you punt him out of the car? I'm a little tired at this point in the summer, one could say. ;)

Re: *cleans water off the screen*

[lemon-says.livejournal.com]

I said, "You know, that's like the fourth time you've called me old. You are dangerously close to not being my favorite anymore." He just laughed.

That's my boy!

[tminb.livejournal.com]

He's been coming up with some zingers lately. First he uses you as a shield yesterday and now this. Clearly he needs some sensitivity training......

Re: That's my boy!

[lemon-says.livejournal.com]

I just cracked up. I remember being that age and thinking people in their 30s were elderly.

[travellight.livejournal.com]

This is why I tell your children I'm 12.