even stevens
Friday, February 6th, 2009Hanoi, Vietnam
In three weeks we are renting an apartment in Guangzhou for a week. Today we had to tell the lady how old our children are: 2 – 4 – 6 – 8 – 10 – 12 – 14 years, and a 13 year old as well. Tidy, don’t you think?
Well, that’s what we told her. Then pedantic-number-cruncher-who-has-a-great-eye-for-detail-Jboy13 pointed out that the 12-year-old is actually still only 11. And by the time he is 12, the two and four year-olds will be 3 and 5, so it’s never going to be that nice-n-tidy!
Never mind, as we are told every day here, we are lucky, we are happy, we have many children. I’m not expected to know how old they are, am I? (I have a piece of paper with all their serial passport numbers and birthdates for when we need that info – as you can see, my head isn’t big enough for all that minutae!!)
Here they all were on our last day in Saigon:
He can’t remember them all either! <wink>