"How old are you going to be on your birthday, Mama?"
"Guess."
"12?"
"Thank you, but, no. Older."
"Thirteen?"
"Older."
"Fourteen?"
"Keep going."
(This continues up to twenty-seven.)
"Twenty-FIVE! Twenty-SIX! Twenty-SEVEN!"
"Stop! That's it!"
"Twenty-SEVEN? That's a lot of numbers, Mom."
That's nuthin'. Juliana guessed that I was turning 73.
73.
And I thought it was bad when she used to get my age confused with my Dad's. (We are exactly 30 years apart.)
<:-P
Posted by: Tracey at March 18, 2005 03:52 PMWow you're old.
Happy birthday.
Posted by: Paul P at March 20, 2005 04:01 PM