Riding in Cars with Boys – Part Five
So, yesterday was my birthday and my 21st wedding anniversary. No, that’s not a typo – I was a child bride. 😉
Anyway, last week Mitchell and Killian and I were discussing 80s music after we dropped off Justin. Mitchell was telling me that his mom likes to listen to the channel that plays all the 80s hair bands, because that’s what she listened to in high school. I told him that I preferred the 80s New Wave scene and the following conversation ensued.
me: Oh, I bet your mom and I are right around the same age.
Mitchell: (shaking his head) I don’t think so – she’s really old.
me: How old is she?
me: Uh, Mitchell? I’m going to be forty-three next week.
Mitchell: (sweet, adorable shock written all over his face) Nu-uh!
Mitchell: You are not!
Killian: (ever the helpful child) Yeah, she totally is.
Mitchell: Are you sure?
me: Um, I’m pretty sure I know when I was born.
Mitchell: Yeah, but you are really bad at math.
me: (trying really hard not to laugh in his face) It’s true, but I’m positive about my age.
Mitchell: But you’re way too cool to be that old.
me: Thanks. I think.
Sweet, sweet, silly Mitchell. I’m not gonna lie – it kinda made my day. I’m equally certain Killian doesn’t think I’m cool at all.