Today at dinner:

Ro: Daddy, you’re 40 and I’m 4.

me: not quite yet, Ro. You’ll be 4 in May!

Ro: … and you’ll be 41!

me: that’s right!

Ro: and then you’ll be 100!

me: not sure, if I’ll ever be 100 – maybe.

Ro: and then you’ll be breaking the house.

me: !???

Ro: you’ll have grown so big that your head will break the door and you’ll break the ceiling when you stand up!

me: Ahhh, that’s funny, Ro! Maybe I’ll stop growing then 🙂