As we gathered about the kitchen chatting away, the discussion soon turn to granddaughter Evelyn and my daughter mentioned that she was almost four years old.
"The heck you say!" was my response. She's only three years old.
"No, she's three and a half and that's close enough to being four."
I strongly disagreed and that brought the response of "Remember when I was fourteen and you said sixteen and I said fourteen and you said close enough?"
"No, I don't recall that at all," which is of course a big fat lie. However, I defend my position. There is a huge difference between three years old and four years old compared to a fourteen and sixteen year old. You get to a point in your life and depending on your maturity, a year or two doesn't make that big of a difference.
Still, it got me to thinking that in the short time of six months, my three year old will be four years old which means add one year and she'll be five years old. I told you before math is not my friend. I know my daughter agrees with me that we both can't believe how quickly the time has flown by.
I am going to hold each precious moment close as I can because next thing I know, Evelyn will be a tween and I can only hope that she still thinks her grandma is the bestest game in town.