Overheard at the Volleyball Court...

So, I was presiding over a four-kid game of volleyball last week when I heard one of the boys lower his voice and ask one of the girls how old I am. The girl, who'd learned my age earlier in the week, replied matter-of-factly, "She's twenty-nine." My jaw dropped when the boy replied, "No, she's way older than that!"

Thanks, kid.

Lynda