Sometimes I do act like a six-year-old

As Reilly and I ate our cereal at the dining room table this morning, she suddenly paused and addressed me.

“Reilly is two.”

“That’s right, Reilly,” I answered.

She paused, still looking at me.

“Daddy is six,” she said.

I laughed a little, then said, “Okay, sure.”

“And mommy is seven,” she said.

“Okay,” I said, “and how old is Grandma?”

I could see Reilly searching her mind for the answer, but instead of replying, she turned back to her breakfast.

I guess she couldn’t count that high.