And How Old Are You?

by Sandra
(Atlanta)

My youngest son, Jamal, is three years old. I think he is getting tired of being asked how old he is. You know how we adults are: "Ouw, he is so cute. What is your name? And how old are you?" I mean, that's just the way we adults talk to younger ones.

So, one day, when he was asked how old he is, he stuck his three fingers up in the air, and said firmly, "this much, but I want to be four now."
"Why would you want to be four," asked the sweet lady.
Jamal said, "Because I was three for a long long time."
The lady asked, "Really, for how long then?"
Jamal answered, "See, I don't even remember anymore."

We started laughing, but of course that was not funny to him. So when we were walking away, he whispered to me:
"Mom, don't tell people how old I am, ok?"