Lucy:”I don’t like being the littlest one in the family.”
Me: “You are not the littlest. Clyde (our cat) is smaller than you.”
Lucy: “But I am littlest in order. I’m five. Kathleen’s eight. Mommy’s like twenty. And you are like a thousand. And I think Clyde is even older than you.”
Me: “Jennifer, are you listening to this?”
Jennifer, laughing: “Of course I am.”
You will note that Jennifer did not correct her daughter.