Apparently I am 3.
A three-year-old just told me.
He also told me that he bought me a glass doll for my first birthday that I broke. Apparently I need to be more careful with things.
Then he told me his mom was 2 and she was having a birthday party next weekend. Apparently we need to buy some decorations and a Mrs. Potato Head for her. (His mom is my age, and her birthday was like two months ago.)
Then we played “detectives” (which consisted of stalking around my house and hiding behind the sofa), looked at pictures of people we know (apparently I look “totally silly” in all pictures), and then he had to tell me some “secrets” (what? I can’t tell you, they are secrets!).
Apparently, I really love kids. Especially the ones that are related to me and tell me they love me.
Whoops.
That may or may not have been a secret!
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