Eight

Days before his eighth birthday my Grandson told me … “My Dad doesn't think that you act your age Grandpa.'  

In an attempt to discover how old I do act we continued to chat.  

We discovered that we had similarities. 

We both like to get our own way; we both get grabby when we’re tired;  we both like to eat ice cream;  we both like Lego and making things;  we both  tease our sisters;  we both laugh when we hear farts; and  we both have no intention of kissing a girl.  

Our conclusion … we are both eight!