Tonight I was putting some medicine on Sophi's toe before she went to bed. She asked me, "How old are you?" I replied that I was 43. She started counting up from there. "44, 45, 46, 47" and on and on. She made a few mistakes along the way and I corrected her. By the time she got into the 80's, I had completely forgotten what had started her counting.
She continued, "96, 97, 98, 99, 100, and then you will die?"
It took me a minute to grasp what she was saying. Then I had to laugh and say, "Probably!"
Love that girl!!!