how old is he???

william makes me think, on a daily basis, about just how old he really is.

is he 2?
while tumbling on the floor, pulling hair and screaming over a paper napkin...
"no, wes! that's miiiiiine!"

like we don't have 800 paper napkins.

is he 4?
while taunting his brother because he picked up lightning mcqueen first...
"i got mcqueen. na-na-na-na-boo-boo!"

is he 16?
while looking at what i fixed him and wes for lunch one day....
"yes ma'am! that's what i'm talkin' 'bout!"

is he 30?
while we finished reading before bed one night...
"you know who we will get to see when we get to heaven? mary. and joseph. and we can ask 'em what is was like to be jesus' mama. and daddy. but not his real daddy. joseph was just his earthly father. but he was nice. because he let mary ride the donkey."

is he 70?
while listening to wes slurp the last bit of gatorade through his straw...
"you've got the drugstore blues - don't ya, wes??"

seriously...does he even know what a drugstore is?

sometimes i wonder about that kid.