After watching a few episodes of Doctor Who with dinner, I head into the kitchen with my 4 year old to get us drinks. We have gotten into the habit of asking our children random questions throughout the day, about numbers, letters, shapes, colors, etc. I turn to him and ask:
David, how old are you?To which he replies:
I'm six.I laughed a bit, and told him that he was actually four, and held up four fingers to show him. Again, he replies:
No... I'm six.As I was walking out of the kitchen, I consider that perhaps he's just mimicking the episode we finished on. Amy was stuck in two time streams; in one she was her normal age, while in the other she was 36 years older. So I ask David:
Did you get caught in a faster time stream and ended up two years older?Without hesitation, and in the most serious voice:
Yep.I had to tell my hubby about this hilarious conversation, so I walked into the bedroom and told him. He turns to David himself and asks his age, and gets the response:
Um... I'm... two?We tell him again that he's four, and this time he seems to agree.
Ohhhh. I'm four... Okay.Our two year old looks so excited about the numbers conversation and our interaction with his older brother, that I turn to him and ask him the same question:
Levi, how old are you?Before he can say anything more than "ummm" David chimes in.
He's nine!Laughing, I exclaim:
Nine?! But he's your little brother, how can he be nine? He's not nine, silly. He's two.And my favorite answer of the day:
But, pleeeease?Apparently, my children believe that time travel is not only possible, but controlled by parents. If you want to be nine, well, mommy and daddy will make you nine if you ask nicely. Because that's how it works, right? Haha. Either that, or my children have traveled through time themselves, and although they came back to me at these ages, they are in fact years older than they appear. Who knows?
