A conversation worth keeping

Today in the car:

Ryan: "Mom, when can I get earings?"

Me: "When you are eight."

Ryan: "You have earings right mom?"

Me: "Yeah, I do."

Ryan: "How old are you mom?"

Me: "twenty-seven."

Ryan: "Well that's not eight is it mom!"

Me: "Well, you have to be eight or older."

Ryan: "Sigh!" (pretty sure she rolled her eyes but I was driving so I'll never know for sure.)