David was sitting on my lap reading books, and he started to flop around and get rough like toddlers do, so I asked him to stop…
Me: David, please don’t jump on Mommy.
Me: Because that hurts Mommy. I’m not wild like you, I’m old.
He stops and moves on to something else…a few minutes pass…
David: Mommy, are you old?
Me: Yes, Mommy is old.
David: Then we need to get rid of you!