This past week was a big birthday week for our family, Grandma on Wednesday, Poppy on Thursday and Mommy on Friday. After telling the kids all about the birthdays, Gillian asked me "What's your many?" I told her how I was turning 35. Daddy joked "She's getting really old." John came to my defense and said "Hey, at least she is not 53!" That didn't satisfy Gillian. I had to show her how many I turning on my fingers. I cheated and held up one hand with three fingers and five fingers on the other hand. She seemed satisfied. Just be warned. If Gillian asks you "What's your many?" She really wants to know "How old are you?"
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