Carter has been asking a lot lately how old people are.
He's getting really good at knowing everyone's age. Grandpa is 76, grandma is 68, and I am 38. What he has started to do is age everyone, for example:
Carter: "How old will grandpa be when I'm 43?"
Me: "Well if he's still alive, he'll be 114."
Carter: "What about grandma?"
Me: "She would be 106."
Carter: "And how old will you be?"
Me: "I'll be 76."
I don't think that he even understands what it means to be 114 years old. Everyone as old as I am is old, although clearly at 38, I am not an old man. At least I don't feel old yet.
It's hard not to think that. I always struggle with this whole aging.
He's also gotten into asking about what grade everyone is in in school. Right now he is in Kindergarten, while his brother is in third grade. He also has a few older cousins that are in the same school district as him and always wants to know what grade they will be in:
Carter: "When I'm in third grade, Tyler will be in sixth. What about (older cousin) Brian?"
Me: "Well, he'll be a junior in high school."
Carter: "And when I'm in sixth Tyler will be in ninth?"
Me: "That's right. When Tyler is a senior in high school you'll be a freshman and when he is a senior in college, you'll be a freshman in college. Oh no then I'll be an old man."
Carter: "Whoa daddy... Slow down, we've got time before that happens."
I guess he's right. I do have time. No sense aging myself just yet.