The kids and I were on our way to weekly storytime at the library when we had this conversation:
Jeremy: I really miss green grass.
Mom: Me, too.
Riley: Me, three.
Jeremy: You're not three. You're five. I'm going to be three.
To which Riley began trying to explain the saying, and Jeremy kept interrupting saying he knows how old she is and he's going to have a birthday. At least it was a humorous discussion.
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