The other day, as we were driving home from school, Bubba piped up from the backseat.
"Mommy, you have to be 18 years old to vote for President. Did you know that?"
"Yes, Bubba, I sure did."
"And Mommy? I think you have to be 18 to BE President."
"Well actually, Bubba, I think you have to be 35 to be President," I replied.
"You'd be DEAD by then!"
Oof!
Mixed Bag
13 years ago
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Holy crap. I should start looking at retirement homes.
Crap, I've only got four years to live!
Oh boy. And I was just starting to think that 90 didn't sound so old anymore.
Ahem; I've been in the ground for over ten years. You'd think I'd smell worse than this.
haha, remember when 35 seemed ancient? Um, not so much anymore. :)
OUCH!! I'm with Burgh. What should I do with the next 4.5 years? Bucket List?
Children, children, if you're dead at 35, I'm floating around as a big ol' ghost nearing 40! Enjoy life on earth while you have it...but I assure you you won't CARE as much about things as you get older. it's very liberating, really :)
Bwahaha! I should be grateful to still be here.
HEHEHEHE!
hi there...I clicked your blog from Burgh Baby. What a funny kid story *s* Dontcha just love them?
alright I got from crying to cracking up in 1.4 seconds...LOL! That Bubba is a smart fellow! :)
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