In honor of achieving the grand milestone of my 30th birthday, I decided to interview my precious Pookie & the Brain to snag their opinions of their mother’s youth slowly slipping from existence. This was hands down the most comical interview I’ve ever conducted, God bless their hearts!
Me: What does turning 30 mean to you?
Pookie: It means it’ll be your birthday and you’re going to get lots of presents.
Me: What age is old?
Pookie: 100
The Brain: 73
Me: Am I nicer now that I’m 30?
The Brain: No, you still yell a lot. But you do make cookies for us sometimes, so…
Me: Am I smaller now that I’m 30?
Pookie: Yes. No. Wait – umm, yes. You for sure are.
Me: Am I more attractive now that I’m 30?
The Brain: I’m gonna have to think for a second. Let Cara go first.
Pookie: Yeah, cause you’re beautiful.
The Brain: Yes, because of your face and your new haircut.
Me: Was I ugly at 29?
Pookie: No, you were pretty.
The Brain: Rolls his eyes, and smacks his forehead.
Me: Am I old?
Pookie: No way!
The Brain: No, you’re still too young for Dad.
Me: Speaking of Dad, what do you think he should get me for my birthday?
The Brain: Probably a crockpot.
Pookie: Air conditioning for your car, and a new house.
Me: If you had money, what would you buy for me?
Pookie: A new car.
The Brain: I’d get you a new house so big that everybody could live there. And I’d give you a free trip to… what’s your favorite place? Probably Spain. Yeah and how much does it cost to go there, like $5,000? I could take you there and then maybe give you $250,000.
Me: Do you have any advice for me now that I’m the big 3-0?
Pookie: You’re awesome cause you’re fun and stuff. You take us fun places like grandma’s and skating on our birthdays, and I love you.
The Brain: No. I’m just a smart kid and I cannot think of any advice. You’re gonna be older, but the same height. And when you do homework, it might ask for your age. Instead of 29, you’re gonna have to put 30. That’s all I know. Can we be done with this?!?
