Around 9:30 last night, I was in the kitchen making myself tea.
C was finishing up reading aloud to Mr. French.
“Phew. I’m tired. It seems like we need to go to bed soon.”
I peeked my head around the corner. “C, did you know that from the time you were born you were always an adult in a little body?”
He smiled. Then looked at his Dad and said, “Is Mommy being silly, or…?”
“She just means that you think in grown-up ways sometimes.”