I was talking to the boy about his upcoming birthday and how I’m always glad when he celebrates a new year but, as his mom, I like to take time to think about the year he just finished.
The Mom: “I mean, I’m glad you’re going to be nine and all, but ….you’ll never be eight again. Ever. You’re done with that year. I’ll never have an eight-year-old again.”
The Boy: “Well, unless a miracle happens.”
The Mom: (?!?!?!?!)
The Boy: “Like I spend another year being eight.”
Oh. THAT kind of miracle.