Valerie: Mom, how old are you?
Me: Thirty-five.
Valerie: Then you'll be thirty-six.
Me: Yes
Valerie: Then you'll be thirty-seven.
Me: You got it.
Valerie: Then you'll be thirty-eight.
Me: Yep, you're a good counter.
Valerie: Then you'll be thirty-nine.
Me: You're right on track, honey.
Valerie: Then you'll be thirty-ten.
Me: Also known as, forty.
Valerie: No you'll be THIRTY-TEN!
Me: I guess thirty-ten sounds better than forty.
Saturday, November 19, 2005
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