Conversation with Tate a few days ago:
T-Mom, how many are you?
M-You mean , how old am I?
T- Yeah, are you....15?
M- Nope, older than that.
T- Are you.....18?
M- No, older than that.
T- Are you (big pause here) 20?
M- No, I'm even older than 20.
T- Well, I don't know what number you are.
M- I'm 30.
T- Wow......that's a lot!
Conversation yesterday while changing Dillon's diaper:
T-Mom, Dillon has a little butt
T- And I have a bigger butt than he does.
M-Yeah, you're a bigger kid than he is.
T-And you have the biggest butt of all!
It's a good thing he's cute!!!