Proud Mama

Sprout's latest thing is this:

If we are out in a public place and some stranger decides to chat with him, they will invariably say, "And, how old are you, little one?"

He used to answer "five", or occasionally, "forty one". He never says his actual age, which is two.

He was asked his age three times by chatty ladies on Saturday, and in all three cases he answered like this:

"Not as old as you."

I have no idea where he learned this. You can imagine my pride. Thankfully, one of the grandmas didn't understand him at all, and another thought he said, precociously, "How old are you?!?" back at her, and that made her laugh. I smoothed it over with the third woman who actually understood him, and then we hightailed it out of there.