{Age is just a number}

Recently, while in the car, I called a salon near our house to make a Will a long-overdue appointment to get his haircut.

I asked the girl who answered the phone if they had time to do a haircut for a 7-year-old boy, she said yes, I told her what time we could be there and hung up.

A few minutes later, I realized Will was trying to get my attention and said, "Uh, Mom, maybe you're not my real mom, or maybe you just don't know that much about me, but I'm not 7 years old. I'm 6. Remember!?"

The irony is always teasing Will & Olivia that I want all birthdays to cease so that they can stay their current ages forever and truly I hate how quickly they are growing up. Before I know it they will be leaving home for college, going on missions, getting married and starting their own families!

{Coincidentally, I was talking to Grandma Kat later the same day and she too referred to Will as being 7 years old.  He was equally exasperated with her lack of Will knowledge.}