Last week, my cousin — who genuinely believes she’s a celebrity whisperer — asked me if I knew “the exact age of Blue Ivy’s little siblings.” I blinked, sipped my coffee, and realized she wasn’t talking about a new Netflix doc. She meant Sir Carter and Rumi, the twins that Beyoncé and Jay-Z welcomed into the world back in 2017. And honestly? I had to stop and think. Because time moves weirdly when you’re tracking famous babies — one minute they’re swaddled in designer blankets, the next they’re apparently taller than your kitchen counter.
The answer, if you’re dying to know, is that Rumi and Sir Carter were born on June 13, 2017. That makes them seven years old as of this year. Wait, don’t scroll away — I know that sounds simple, but the internet has a way of making this feel like a math problem with extra steps. Let me break it down so you don’t have to mentally subtract on a Tuesday afternoon.
Wait, they’re twins — but their birthday is a whole vibe
Yes, they’re twins, and no, their zodiac sign isn’t a secret scandal. They’re Gemini babies, which honestly explains the whole “are they chaotic or just artistic?” energy their parents post about. Born at exactly 5:07 AM and 5:10 AM — yes, some fans obsess over those minutes — they arrived just in time for summer.
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So, seven years old. But here’s the kicker: they’ve already got more achievements than most adults I know. Rumi won a BET Award at age four for her feature on “Brown Skin Girl.” Sir? He’s mostly just living his best life, but kids that rich don’t need a résumé — they need a security detail.
The “how old” confusion comes from the fact that they’re never in photos
You’d think Beyoncé would parade them out like show ponies, but nope. She’s kept them mostly off social media, which means every few months someone on Twitter asks, “Wait, are they still toddlers?” No, Carol, they’re not. They’re in second grade (or whatever fancy homeschool equivalent the Carters use — probably a hologram teacher).
To be fair, the last public glimpse we got was at a basketball game, and they looked… big. Which is the weirdest part. You forget that celebrity kids age in real time while you’re stuck in a pandemic time warp. One day they’re crawling on the stage at Coachella, the next they’re asking for iPhones.
Let’s talk about the names for a second, because that adds to the confusion
Rumi is a tribute to the Persian poet — very deep, very artistic. Sir is just… Sir. Like a knight, but with a diaper budget. People assume they’re older because their names sound like they belong to a 40-year-old hedge fund manager and a mystical aunt. But nope — they’re still in the single digits.
If you’re doing the math right now, let me help: 2025 minus 2017 equals 8, but their birthday hasn’t hit yet this year. So they’re seven today, eight on June 13. Yes, I know, it’s a Tuesday again. The universe loves a chaotic deadline.
Rumi Sir Carter Age at David Daigle blog
Why do we even care? (I say this lovingly)
We care because Beyoncé and Jay-Z are basically royalty, and their kids are the heirs to a kingdom of awards, Ivy Park hoodies, and questionable TikTok dance challenges. But also, we care because it makes us feel connected. Like, “Oh, Rumi’s seven? My kid’s seven. We’re basically on the same parent-teacher conference level.” Except my kid’s snacks are Goldfish, and Rumi’s snacks are probably artisanal, gluten-free, and served on a silver platter.
There’s also the irony that Sir and Rumi are growing up in a world where their every sneeze is analyzed. And yet, we know nothing about them. Seven years of mystery is wild. That’s like a full presidential term of “we saw their hands once.”
The real answer to the headline question
So, to answer the title directly: Rumi and Sir Carter are seven years old (as of right now, before their 2025 birthday). If you’re reading this in December, they’re still seven. In June, they’ll turn eight, and the internet will collectively pretend that’s a new revelation.
But here’s my side thought, and I’ll let you sit with it: does it matter? They’re kids. They’re growing, they’re healthy, and they have parents who can afford to buy an island if one of them scrapes a knee. The only reason we’re counting is because they’re the Carters. Which, honestly, is fine. I’ll be here next year, doing the same math, but with a slightly more frustrated sigh.
So next time someone asks you this question at a party, just smile and say, “They’re seven — and also, they’re richer than us.” Then walk away. That’s the whole secret.