Out of the Mouth of Babes

We are eating dinner. Scott asks me to think about where I want to go to dinner for my birthday. Dallin says, "Will you be taller than him when you grow?" I say, "Taller than who?" Dallin says, "Daddy." I say, "No I am done growing." Dallin says, "You're not done growing older."

UGH! I love my boy!