Today it became impossible to forget that I turned another year older last month with reminders like this from my students:
2nd grader: "Teacher, can you fix my book? It's falling apart. I think it's old. "
Me: (after inspecting said book) Yeah, we have had this book for awhile. It was published in 1984."
2nd grader: (looking at me with big eyes) Wow. It IS old!
1st grader: "Mrs. Gibbs! Are you married?"
Me: "No I'm not. Is that all you wanted to know?"
1st grader: "Well, how old are you? Are you older than 16?"
Me: "Yes, I'm older than 16. Do I look 16? I just turned 26."
1st grader: "Well, you can get married if you're 18. Are you 18?"
Me: "I am older than 18, but I'm not getting married."
1st grader: (pointing at male student teacher) "He's 18. He could get married too. (to student teacher) Mrs. Gibbs is 18. She could get married like you."
I just need to remind myself that everyone seems old when you're 7 and three feet tall.