Sometimes I help teach five-year-olds at Sunday school. And it never fails to be hilarious. Case in point, today, when we heard the story about Isaac and how old his mother was when she had him.
Ellen (Sunday school teacher): See the grey hair and the wrinkles?
Darrah, age 5: You have wrinkles on your face!
Ellen: Yes, I do. I’m a grandma.
Darrah looks at me: You don’t have wrinkles. How old are you?
Me: How old do you think I am?
Darrah: Ummmmmm 15.
Me: Close enough.
It’s at least better than when that kid told me I’m older than Santa.