A fuzzy compliment
So, I'm sitting in bed reading. I've got my reading glasses on, which I hate, and I'm hoisting up the Don Quixote tome that I've been reading for over six months now and also hate. Conor is having his bath in our bathroom in a direct line of sight.
"I like your glasses," he says.
"Hmm, thanks," I say.
"They make you look aged," he says. The pronunciation is two syllables: age-ed.
There is a pause, then Conor says, "Does that mean smart?”
I'm holding back a chuckle. "No, Conor, that means old."
"I was trying to use one of my advanced vocabulary words from school," he says. "I thought aged meant smart."
"Perhaps you meant sage," I offered.
"That's it," he says, "you look sage." He goes back to playing with his toys in the tub.
I went back to Cervantes, a little less bothered by my glasses.
8:49:58 PM 
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