This Friday, when I picked up Celeste from daycare, she was asking me how old she is. While driving, I told her she's 4 years old. Immediately, she began crying. I mean, heart-wrenching sobs that let you know you've really just hurt her feelings. When I asked her why she was crying, she said, "But Mommy, Ms. Susan said I'm 45 pounds! I'm not 4, I'm 5!"
So then I had to explain to her that our age isn't necessarily what we weigh (thank God).
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