Old.

Sunday night, I was lying on the couch feeling...hmm...out of sorts. Jacob came in and asked me, "Mommy, okay?"

"Yes, Mommy is okay."

"Mommy fick?"

"No, Mommy isn't sick."

"All better?"

"Yes, Mommy's all better."

"No hurt?"

"No, Mommy's not hurt."

"Old." He said. He gave me a nod and off he went.