me, to Davis, who is 5: Who do you think you look like?
Davis: I look like Davis.
(I put my huge sunglasses on him.)
me: Now you look like me.
Davis: Yeah, except for only one thing.
me: what's that?
Davis: You don't have a cookie.
Davis: I think we should have a secret.
me: Okay, if you think so.
Davis: Let me think of one. You can't tell, remember that.
(is blogging the same thing as telling? hmmm.)
Davis: Okay, ready: Dan likes to sit by Caitlin.
me: Wow. You think so?
me: That's a pretty good secret, Big D.
Davis: Well... (big dramatic sigh) I'm glad we don't have to have any more secrets. They're too hard to keep up with.
Davis: So how old are you?
me: How old do you think I am?
Davis: Umm, I'd guess 16.
me: But Davis, Caitlin is 17, so I don't think that works.
Davis: (dead serious) Well... in that case... I'm guessing you're probably one hundred and eighty.