I’m not quite sure how the conversation started, but I’m sure Sabrina was asking me to do something right before bedtime. I declined her request, telling her it was time for bed, and besides, I was tired.
Sabrina: “Why are you tired, Mommy?”
Me: “Because it’s been a long, busy day, and I’m old.”
Sabrina: “You’re old?”
Me: “Don’t you think so?”
Sabrina: “No, you’re not old.”
Me: “Why do you think I’m not old?”
Sabrina: “Your hair is brown, not white. You don’t look like Nanny (her almost 90-year-old great-grandmother). And you don’t take your teeth out.”
I think I can buy that.