KiKi- Mom how old are you?
Me- 29.
Her- Oh, ok.
She asks me this same question each time, each time the answer is the same. Last night I changed it up on her...big mistake.
KiKi- Mom how old are you?
Me- KiKi, how old am I? I tell you every night, so how old am I?
KiKi (looking at me bewildered yet thoughtfully)- 35.
Maybe I should answer from now on.
