Forty one is only old if you are eight!

As we were wrapping up dinner and getting ready for cake and ice cream this evening, Rachel looks at me and asks, "How old are you Mommy?" Before I had a chance to answer, William reprimanded her with, "It isn't polite to ask old ladies how old they are." Ralph and I managed to control our laughter to a very polite snicker. Fortunately for me I am not as old as William thinks I am. I told Rachel that I was 41. "That is a 4 like you are with a 1 after it. Does that make me just one more than you?" Rachel accepted my math willingly and giggled at the thought.

So Happy Birthday to me, the old lady who is only one more than four!