CHAPTER FOUR
“I BELIEVE YOU HAVE a fan,” Bella remarked to Lizzie as she gestured at the highchair.
Lizzie glanced to her right in time to see Charlie leaning around the side of his chair to peek at her with an impish grin.
“Hi there, little guy,” she said, and the child squealed with delight and ducked out of sight, then peeked around again.
“He’s cute! How old is he?”
“Year and a half,” Bella answered. “He’ll be two in March.”
“I’ve always wondered about something,” Lizzie mused. “Why do they measure age in months up to a certain point then stop?”
“I know, right? We don’t do that with anything else!” Bella laughed. “But can you imagine someone actually saying, ‘I’m two hundred and forty months old’ instead of ‘I’m twenty’? That’d be hilarious. Yeah, it’s just easier to say he’s a
