Just another day...

Despite sleeping 11.5 hours last night (which is a lot for him), Tommy is still exhausted today. He's napping now. Even though he's tired, we had funny conversations on the way to the playground.

Tommy: "I'm three years old."

Me: "Yep, you sure are!"

T: "How old are you?"

Me: "I'm thirty-three."

T: "I'm three, too!"

Me: "But I'm THIRTY-three. Older than you."

T: "Oh yeah, that's right. How old is Daddy?"

Me: "He's thirty-four."

T: "How old is Auntie Em?"

Me: "She's thirty."

He then asked about Grandpa Ollie, Grandpa Bob, Grandma Nancy and Uncle Andy, then circled back around to Daddy.

When we got into the park, we saw a helicopter.

Tommy: "Is that Obama?"

Me: "No, we don't live in Washington DC anymore, so we don't see Obama's helicopter anymore."

Tommy: "What's Obama doing? What's his helicopter doing? Is it up in the sky?"