My son is twenty-two months old, and quickly approaching the age where it’s no longer appropriate to refer to his age in months. Before I was a parent I didn’t understand the annoying motherly age explanations. Innocently asking “how old is your nugget?” quickly turns into a few silent seconds of counting the number of months, frustratingly trying to figure out just how old the kid was. Now as a mommy, I get it. All these months hold precious milestones, and there really is a big difference between eighteen months and twenty! Thus, I might carry the obnoxious month counting on until Conner’s three. Or until he’s old enough to politely ask me to stop.