Yesterday we took our field trip to the beach. Wow – as if on cue, after a cool and rainy week, the sun came out and warmed us to the point of leaving our jackets and sweatshirts in our backbacks.
On the bus ride I sat with Billy. Never one to shy away from difficult questions, he looked up at me, smiled and asked, “How old are you?”
“How old do you think I am?” I replied.
With this, he bent over so he could touch my foot. He began counting, moving his hand up my leg to my arm, then to my neck, and finally to the top of my head. With each touch he added a number.
“… seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty!” He cheered as he touched the top of my head.
“Twenty, you must be twenty,” he surmised.
“Close,” I agreed.
You can’t argue with kindergarten logic.