Old, old, old

Today, C and I went to our favorite coffee shop for a steamed milk (coffee for me) and a muffin before camp.

On our way to camp, C enlightened me…

C: you aren’t growing anymore… but you’ll get older and older and older and older

Me: i need to get older and older so I can see you get older and older.

C: but you’re old now. Like old, old, old, old, old. You’re small, but you’re old, old.

Just in case my recent grey hair cover up was tricking me into believing I’m a spring chicken… C shwoops in with the harsh reality slap.

This was followed up with…

C: oh. I just saw a kangaroo over there, but it died because of the chemicals on the grass. I wonder how it jumped all the way over there.

**I later discovered that there was a dead deer on the grassy median. I assume this was the kangaroo C was referring to**

Never a dull moment with my sweetest little sweetie.

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