On Friday, Colm was sick. He had a decent fever and one of the worst ear infections I can remember. With Grandma Donna out of town and Ryan and I "having" to go to work for various reasons, we reached out to "other Grandma". Yes, "other Grandma" is the term of endearment for Ryan's mom. During one of the high points of the day, while totally drugged on Tylenol Colm managed to tell his Grandma he was four years old. This is an interesting thought considering that we had had his third birthday party the Sunday before.
Never leaving a stone unturned, the very smart-witted Colm informed his Grandma he was four because he had two birthdays in the past week, the party on Sunday and his actual birthday day the previous Wednesday. When a 2/3/4 year old had two birthday parties in one week, one could assume you could add two years to your current age. Right?
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