Thursday, February 20, 2014

The One Where I Am Not Old

Yesterday, Kiff and I returned from a brief trip.

As I entered the car, he asked me a question about the way cars were parked in the parking lot.

I replied, "I have no idea, Bri," confusing him with our daughter. 

He laughed.

I followed up by saying, "Sorry Bri...I mean Kiff." I paused and groaned at my confusion. "Boy, I'm getting old."

And, out of the mouth of babes, he replied. "You're not old, Daddy. You're just tired."

Love it when you can count on them to make you happy.

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