Katie brings me this pretty glass paperweight from the garage and asks about who it belongs to, and where it came from. I told her I wasn't sure where it had come from. After I told her to put it on the bookshelf she walked away and told me, "Dad probably gave it to you when you were young!"
Logan comes to tell me that he is writing a story about me and wants to know what age I want to be in the story. I told him my real age is fine! "No mom, it is a tall tale! How about 35?" (I just turned 41!)