I have a four-year-old. This in itself is not a secret of youth. In fact, factoring in years of sleep deprivation and the exhaustion of answering the same question a gazillion times a day, it's a wonder I don't look like Methuselah. At 48, some people might think I am his grandma while others think I must be younger than I am to have this little tyke.
Jake decided to take the mystery out of his mother's age by announcing in the church kitchen that his mother was 69 years old.
So there you have it. Inflate your age by two decades plus. I look FABULOUS for 69!
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