So, when Lucy was a baby, just over a year old, somebody at the grocery store asked me how old she was. I replied that she was about 13 months old because she was.
What happened next confused me for weeks on end.
The lady asking the question shook her head and responded with, Oh, I don’t do months.
I didn’t understand what she meant by that. What does it mean to not do months? Is it some kind of political statement? Is she trying to buck the system? Stick it to the man?
And if not months, what then?
I didn’t ask her what she meant because I didn’t know what to ask and I was hesitant to spark a political argument with somebody I didn’t know in the canned food aisle of the commissary.
It dawned on me a while later, like weeks or maybe even a month that she probably wasn’t making any sort of a public proclamation, and that she was likely saying that she was either not willing to do the math, or was unable to work numbers on the spot.
After my kid is about a year and a half old I’m finished describing their age in months. However, after having nine children I have found that simply saying that my child is 14 months old or 16 months old quite often gives people a mental brain freeze of sorts, causing them to pause for a moment while they work out that 14 months is equal to 1 year and 2 months.
This is somewhat comforting for me being that I, myself, am number dumb.
Now that Maggie is 13 months old I’m prepared for those blank stares when I respond to questions about her age.