What makes this even more funny is that it drives Abby completely bonkers. The argue endlessly about my correct age. Last week as we walked to church they started to argue about it again...
Me: Abby, why does it bother you so much? It doesn't matter if she wants to believe I'm 24. Think what a funny story it will make when she's older.
Abby: It's just, she's living under a roof of lies man!!
When we hung the new calendar on the wall Maya wrote our birthday's in. Mom - 24, Dad - 40. I'm raising her up right, huh?
For the record I have no desire to be 24 again. Almost forty is pretty awesome from where I'm standing!