DS3 is in my office blowing up my exercise ball. This is a big thrill for them, btw. Something worth fighting over, as a matter of fact.
Anyway, he sees a picture of DH and I from the day before we got married and asks me “when was that picture of Daddy and you from?” I tell him that was from a long time ago. Before we had any kids. After a long pause he says, “but… then… wait. How could you be a grownup?”
Uh, yeah. DH and I were (on paper, anyway) grownups for a looooong time before we had kids. So, then, he asks me how long has it been since I was one. Then how long since Daddy was one. Then he says “so… are you going to have anymore birthdays?” Well, gee. I certainly hope so. Getting older does suck in many ways but it still beats the alternative!