Are you old?"
Levi's inquiring mind wanted to know.
"Why are you asking me that, Levi?"
I turn to look at him.
"Because Violet said you are old,"
He responded while picking at his toes.
"Well, what does Violet know?" I smiled.
"What do you think is 'old', Levi?"
"Old is 100 years old...
...and it's all gray hair,"
his answer while still fooling with his toes.
"Am I 100 years old
and is my hair all gray?"
I pose in front of him,
mustering up my youngest expression possible.
"No, I guess you aren't,"
he answers while relinquishing his toenails
to peer at me with a sideways tilt of the head.
Happy Monday, everyone.
and all of its finer moments.
(Note to self: dye hair this afternoon).
"This is the day which the LORD hath made;
we will rejoice and be glad in it."
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