This is what we hear during dinner tonight:
Thomas: "Y’all are getting old."
Me (not quite sure where in the world this is coming from): "WHAT???!!!"
Thomas: "I mean y’all look good and all, but think about it…I’m mowing the grass, we’re cleaning the kitchen after dinner…we’re doing everything….maybe it’s not y’all getting older, we are."
** s i g h **
(can I say dammit, too?)