Old Lady

This morning Luke climbed into bed with me and cuddled up for a few minues, then asked me why I had lines on my face. I thought that I must have an imprint on my face from the sheets or something like that, and I was only half paying attention because I was on my laptop, so I said, "It must be the sheets, honey." He was holding my stuffed monkey and playing with it and after a couple of minutes he said quietly, to the monkey, "Maybe it's cause you're an old lady."

About ten seconds passed and then I said, "What!? Did you say I'm an old lady?"

He immediately recanted. "No, I was just talking to myself..."

I told him, "I'm not an old lady! Grandma is an old lady." He looked at me seriously and said, "And Mrs. Marshall." I couldn't figure out who Mrs. Marshall was for a while but then I remembered a very grandmotherly type who substitute taught for a couple weeks in his class last year. "Yes, and Mrs. Marshall, too."

Boy, having kids really ages you.