So I was having a conversation with my two year-old brother Josiah today and I happened to ask him how old he is.
"Two. EIGHT!" he told me.
"Two?" I asked.
"Yes," he said confidently. "Eight."
When pressed further about birthdays and when he actually turned eight, he changed the subject.
Later, while discussing the merits of a lighter and how he couldn't turn one on, he told me he wanted the fire.
"What do you need the fire for?" I asked him. "What are you going to set on fire?"
He thought about this. Then, apparently pleased with himself, he said, "The table!"
1 year ago