"I feel old." Penelope blurted out as she watched her daughter play with Rose.

"You feel old?" Scarlett questioned, raising an eyebrow at her friend.

"I have a twelve year old."

Scarlett just nodded, "I am aware." She said, "But you had her young. You're not old."

Penelope sighed, "I know, but I feel old."

"Are you having a midlife crisis or something?"

"No, I'm just stating a fact."

"Well, you're not old and you're one hot mama if that makes you feel any better."

"And you're too nice."

Scarlett laughed, "I could be meaner, but I'm feeling nice right now."

"Awe, it's cause you missed me, right?"

"Sure. We'll go with that."

"Don't worry, I'm not leaving you for another month."

Scarlett pouted, "Yeah, But then you're gonna be gone for so long."

"I think you'll be fine and besides, I'll be back in December because I'll have five weeks off soooo."