Tia smiled and said. "I'm thirty."
"Oh!" Son #1 exclaimed. Then he looked at me repeated his question. "Mommy, how old are you?"
"I'm thirty-eight." I answered sweetly.
Son #1 thought for a moment and then questioned. "Who's birthday is next?"
"Well, your baby brother has a birthday next. Then, both of your Tios (Uncles) have birthdays. After that, Abuelita has a birthday." Tia replied.
"I know my brother is going to be three but how old are my Tios going to be?" Son #1 asked with a puzzled look on his face.
"One of your Tios is turning thirty-eight and the other is turning thirty-six." Tia responded.
"O.K." Son #1 paused to absorb this information. He fidgeted with his fingers as his mind processed everything he had learned. You could see his mind analyzing our ages and forming conclusions. He hadn't asked about Abuelita's age yet but he did realize that she was his grandmother. Son #1 also knew that his dad had a grandmother that was in her mid nineties. He thought for another moment. Then after a couple more seconds, his face brightened as he cried out. "After my Tios' birthdays, Abuelita has a birthday!"
"Yes. You're right." Tia said calmly. She smiled and wrinkled her nose at me in amusement. "How old do you think Abuelita will be on her birthday?" Tia asked.
"Abuelita will be ninety-three!" Son #1 shouted with excitement.
Poor Abuelita. She can't catch any breaks. A few months ago, Son #1 practically fell over when he found out that "Abuelita" means grandma and is not her actual name. Now that he knows she is a grandma, he thinks she is almost one hundred.