Well thank goodness! It has been confirmed...I am NOT old.
At the dinner table tonight Emily (5) asked me how old I was. I answered truthfully "32". She said "For real?" I confirmed that 32 was my correct age and asked her if she thought I was old. With a little giggle she said "No, you're not old, but you are getting old!"
Sigh. I can totally remember when 32 sounded ancient. Looking back, 32 was when my mother was pregnant/giving birth to my baby sister. I have more gray hairs now than I care to even try to count and I contemplate on and off having another child of my own, so I guess Emily is right, I'm not old (still reasonable child bearing years), but I am getting old (gray hairs proof positive).
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