Ism of the Week

"Mommy, how old are you?"

"I'm twenty-nine." 

"Mom, when I'm twenty-nine and I'm your age, will I be older than you?"

"Huh?  Cael, as you get older, I get older too.  We'll never be the same age."

"But I'll be twenty-nine someday."

"Yes, and when you're twenty-nine, I'll be fifty-four."

"But when will I be older than you?"

"That won't ever happen, honey." 

"Aw... that's not fair!  You're mean.  And smelly.  And you're old."