Madeline: Is Daddy going to be verwry, verwry old? Like 70?
(Our 3-year-old referring to Daddy’s looming 30th birthday.)
Me: No, he’s only going to be 30.
Madeline: Oh. Well, he’s going to be verwry, verwry tall when he’s 70.
(Daddy’s already 6’3″ and I think he’s seen the last of his growth spurts.)