That’s what my 4 year old son said as he got out of the car to go to preschool today.
His teacher called me 2 hours in and said he was running a fever, so I brought him back home, and he’s resting, poor fella. It came on pretty suddenly.
Last night, I was putting him to bed, and he said, “I want to give you kisses for how old I am.” So he grabbed my head and gave me four big kisses on my cheek. I said, “I want to give you kisses for how old I am, see if you can count!”
And I gave him a big kiss attack. Kisskisskisskisskisskiss really fast.
And he said, “You’re nineteen?”
“Give or take a few.”