You know you're old when...

The boys were at my mom's not too long ago when this conversation happened:

Josiah: I can't build a fire because I'm too little. But you can because you're old.

Nana: I think you mean I'm old-ER, not that I'm old.

Josiah: No, you're old.

Nana: How do you know?

Josiah: Because your face...it's all...SQUISHY.

(Niiiiice. My kids have such great manners sometimes)


This happened at the zoo yesterday:

Josiah: You go down this way to get to the kids area.

Me: You're right.

Josiah: I'm ALWAYS right.

(At least he THINKS he's always right, and sometimes nothing can convince him that he's wrong, no matter how flawed his thinking.)