On the way in to gymnastics practice, Isabella (she’s 10) and I are behind an older model Ford pickup truck.
Iz: Daddy, that’s an old truck.
Me: Yeah, it looks like it’s from the ’60s or so. So, it’s about as old as me.
Iz: Wow, that is old. But it’s in Great shape.
Me: Just like me!
Iz (fact-checking): Dad. You are definitely NOT in great shape. You have a LOT of dents.
I soak in her words, and say,
Me (mostly to myself): Yeah, Honey… So many dents.