How old are you?

Today is absolutely gorgeous outside. It's not every November we see temperatures in the lower 70's here in Wisconsin- usually we're ducking for cover in the lower 40's. So I took Isabella out to run a few errands with me this morning, and we stopped briefly at a park to play on the swings and slides.

Needless to say, it was a chance to work off some of her energy before lunch. So Isabella and I did that for about an hour, and then we ran home and had lunch.

Now, some of you parents know that kids say the silliest things. Isabella caught us by surprise today when we were talking about how old she was. Let's recount the tale....

Dad: "Yeah, daddy's 28 years old. How old is mommy?"
Mom: "Mom is 26 years old, how old is Bella?"
Bella points to each: "Bella, two.. Daddy three, mommy three"

Dad & Mom laughing: "Nooo silly!"
Dad: "How many years is daddy?"

Bella: "Daddy oOoOold."

All three of us bust into laughter. It wasn't that she just called me old. It was that she called me old with so much enthusiasm, as to say- haha Bella's silly (and right, no need to argue). She preceded to stand by her statement for the next twenty minutes, trying to make her case that indeed... daddy is old.

I think she's right!