On the way to gymnastics…
Isabella (she’s 7): Daddy, my teacher is younger than you.
Me: Probably. Ok. And….?
Iz: But she has kids in High School already. But, you don’t. Is she beating you?
Me: Honey, life is not a race. People have kids younger than other people, and some people have kids older that other people. It really doesn’t matter.
Iz: Yeah, but you’re old.
Me (biologically-speaking): Well, Honey… If you were born before you were born, then you’d be a totally different person.
Iz: Could I still use the iPad?
Me: No. Bedtime is always 9:00. For all kids. Everywhere. Lights Out. Good try, though.