I was at a church function tonight and Rusty’s nursery class teacher, Connie, came over to talk to me. I knew she wasn’t just coming to chat.
Connie told me how on Sunday, out of the blue, Rusty got really excited and told her, “I’m three now! I had a birthday! My mom had a birthday, too!”
Making small talk with a 3 year old is challenging, but she does a good job. She told him how neat that was and that it was almost her mom’s birthday and that her mom was going to turn 98.
Not to be beaten, Rusty proudly said, “My mom had her birthday. She turned … seventeen!”
Ah, thanks, son.