K and I snuggled into her twin bed tonight to wind down after yet another busy day.
After we finished reading a counting book, saying our prayers, and talking about our favorite part of the day- we just laid there on our sides, sharing a pillow looking at each other.
I asked Kenley, “how old do you think I am?”
K answers, “16”.
Hmm, wow- I think. Me – “How old do you think Daddy is?”
K again answers, “16”.
Which prompts me to ask, “Kenley, what is the biggest number you know?”
Kenley responds, “16.”