… My oldest turned nine on Monday. According to others? Not so much. Major discussions were held about the probability of her turning nine versus eight. I can guarantee that she turned nine. I was there when she was born (Har). If you still don’t believe me, count the candles on that that thar cake. There are nine. Candles don’t lie.
I know. It seems impossible. I’m pretty sure she came home from the hospital just yesterday. Now next year, when she turns ten, feel free to debate her age. There is no way in hell it is possible I could have a ten year old.