Alexis is in my room, lying on the floor and playing with the calculator out of my purse.
She looks up at me and asks, "How old will you be when I'm 25?"
Too much math for me to actually figure out, so I just say, "Very old."
Without hesitating she says, "Maybe even dead."
*sigh*
Then she says, "How old is Granna, anyways? 91?" I say, "Noooo." "If she was 91, she couldn't even hear us. She'd say, 'Eh eh, eh-eh (*cups her hand to her ear*).'" She giggles.
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