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I love kids--Quote of the day!

Jaycee and I went to the gym this morning so that I can get my booty back on track with my fitness routine.  As we were walking out into the parking lot, I noticed that all of the vehicles except ours were black or gray.  Ours is my little blue Civic that we've been rolling around in for a couple months.  It's my car that I bought after I moved back to central Florida from Tallahassee.  So, needless to say, it's not a young thing.  

I told Jaycee, "Look our car is the only blue car".  She said, "Yep, it's ten years old."  I told her, "No, it's fifteen years old!".  

Her reply?

"Dang!  You must have bought it when you were seven!!"

LOVE that girl! 

On somewhat the same kind of sentiment~~on the radio this morning they were going over questions that you could ask to get conversations going.  One of the questions was:

If you didn't have any idea how old you actually were, how old would you think you were?

This is the age that popped into my head immediately:  32.

I actually like 32 better than 22 (Jaycee's age for me above).  At 22, you're still trying to figure out who you are and there's still so much turmoil going on.  At 32, you have more confidence.  But, I've got to say I love being 42.  At 42, you finally are comfortable in your own skin and you know what you want out of life.  I wouldn't trade 42 for 22 ever!

So, what's your answer to what age you would think you were if you didn't actually know?

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