When you’re 16…

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.”