My 4-year-old son just asked me how old I am.
"Guess," I said.
"60?"
"Uh...no."
"80?"
"Not quite."
"90?"
"No!"
"20?"
"That's better."
My 6-year-old daughter just interjected."She's 39. On her birthday, she's gonna be 40."
His answer? "I think she's 99."
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Haaaaappppyyyy Biiiiirrrrrtthhhhdddaaayyyy ttttoooooooooo youuuuuuuuuuuu...soooooooooooooonnnnnnn!
40. You'll have to tell me all about it.
And you are SO not going to be 40. Looking at you, I sooner believe the 20.
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