On route 13 late at night with a father (an SPU professor oddly enough) and his young child:
Me: "So how old are you?"
Young Child: "I am FOUR. I had my birfday in Octember [August according to his father] TWICE."
Me: "Whoa! I'm so jealous. I only had one birthday. You're so lucky!"
Young Child: *big smile* "How many years old are you?"
Me: "Me? I'm 23 years old."
Young Child: "Wow. 23? That's a big number."
I was feeling young and hip... not so much anymore.
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