Last week while driving Chris to basketball, Noah and I had this conversation:
Noah: "I think I'm five now."
Me: "You haven't had your birthday yet, you're still four."
Noah: "I did, I grew, and I'm five."
Me: "Your birthday is after Halloween, after Christmas, after New Year's."
Noah: "I think I'm five. I just feel five."
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Living with Noah must be a hoot and a half. Some of the things that he says cracks me up. Hard to believe how old your kids are getting while I continue to be 22. :)
I feel 24. Does that count for anything?
I'm also in my low to mid twenties...not sure how I got to me the mom of a teenager! Noah is entertaining. Unfortunately, he knows it, and uses it to get out of trouble.
I think I've had a similar conversation with my four year old. I shared your nickname for him with my husband and he said our 4yr.old must be a twin to yours. We'll have to swap stories :0 !
I think I've had a similar conversation with my four year old. I shared your nickname for him with my husband and he said our 4yr.old must be a twin to yours. We'll have to swap stories :0 !
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