I was driving back home this evening and Rachel was with me. She was talking
about how long it would be before she would be old enough to drive (she's seven)
and she said, "Wow, Mom, it'll be forever until I'm as old as you! I'd have to
have like a hundred birthdays!"
I said, "A hundred birthdays? How old do
you think I am?"
"I don't know--how old are you, anyway?" she replied.
"I'm thirty-one." I told her.
"Is that more than a hundred?" she
asked.
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