Mom and Dad ask me from time to time how old I am. Being that I am an honest man, I always answer proudly that I am 3! Well, I am beginning to understand why they are asking me this question time and time again. They ask me how old I am and then that is the number of times I get to jump or the number of cookies I get or the number of minutes I get to continue playing. Well, today I put on my thinking cap and answered a little differently.
After dinner Dad was going to hold my hands and help me do a super jump all the way up the ceiling. Here was our conversation:
Me: How many times are we going to jump to the ceiling?
Dad: Hmmm, I don't know. How old are you?
Me: Five!
- Big Man
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