Scene: Tonight, A's bedroom at bedtime, with me trying to tuck in A (or, as she is known in this parts, the Empress of Bedtime Stalling Tactics) :
A [smiles] I know who has a birthday this month.
Me [playing along]: Who?
A: You do, Mommy!
Me: That's right, I do! How old am I going to be? [now, I know you're going to say that I set myself up here, but she usually answers "five" or, if she's put some thought into it, "ten"]
A: I don't know.
Me: Why don't you guess?
A: Why don't you tell me?
Me: Okay. I'm going to be 37.
A [after a brief silence]: Wow. That's a lot.
That it is, kid. That it is.
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