Just a little glimpse into our day

On Valentine's night, Ryder and I had this chat as we were going to bed:

K: You're my sweet boy.
R: Yeah.
K: Will you always be my little boy?
R: Yeah.
K: Will you always be this little? (I'm just curious sometimes to see what he's going to say.)
R: No, I'm going to get bigger. I'm going to be 5. (Holds up 5 fingers.)
K: Really?
R: And then I'm going to be 10. (Holds up 10 fingers.)
K: Wow.
R: And then I'm going to be this many. (Holds up fingers and toes.)
K: 20?? That's pretty old.
R: Are you 20?
K: No. I'm 29.
R: Oh. And how about Daddy?
K: Daddy was 29 like me, but he just had his birthday. So now he's 30.
R: Oh, that's old.
K: Are you going to grow up to be 30 eventually?
R: Yeah.
K: And what are you going to do when you get to be 30? Are you going to have a job?
R: I'm going to take care of Carter. And I'm going to still be playin'. And I'm going to help you cook.
K: When you're 30, is Carter going to still be little like she is now?
N: No, she'll be big. (But apparently still need taking care of.)
K: When you say that you're going to cook, do you mean like cook at our house or cook in a restaurant for lots of people?
R: No, I mean cook at our house. I'm going to help you cook, Mommy.
K: That sounds nice. I like when we cook together.
R: Me too.
K: I love you, sweet boy.
R: I love you too, Mommy.