From the eight year old:
"Mom, I think you can have four more children before you are 40. Then I'll tell you when you are done."
The very next day:
"How old is (friend of mine who is 41 and having baby #5)? She hardly looks her age. You look like you shouldn't even have kids."
I mistakenly took this for a compliment and felt pretty good, until she clarified.
"I mean, she looks really good and you look older."
Oh, ok then.
"What?! I look older than I am?"
She starts to feel the pressure and covers with "maybe it's because I haven't seen you with a baby for a while so it seems weird. Like you're older than you are because I'm the age I am."
I felt like I should promptly run upstairs and load on the anti-aging cream.
So much for thinking this 32 year old body wasn't doing too bad. Oh well. I'll either use this moment to make me push harder in my exercising/self-care or to realize I shouldn't trust everything my eight year old tells me regarding my age.