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Riley’s conversation with me this morning:
*Comes downstairs while I’m sitting on the couch and starts giving me kisses – lots of them*
“I love you daddy.”
“Wait, do you still have chest hair?”
Peeks under the collar of my shirt. “Yup, but its mostly grey”
“You’re not old, though.”
“Even though your beard is mostly grey too”
“40 isn’t old though, did you know that?”
“How old will Reagan be when you’re 40? 16? Will she be driving then? Good thing you’ll already be grey and bald, huh daddy?”
“You’re not fat. Your belly is just a little huge.”
“Uh, you need to trim the hair coming out of your shirt. You look like a monkey.”
“Well, I love you. I’m off to have a fun day!”
*walks into the bedroom*
The only thing I said the entire time was “16”.