Working with a group of children during the AfterSchool program, to fold and fix the paper boxes which will become our Music Journal 'treasure boxes'.
Joey*: Ms N, it's my birthday tomorrow.
Me: Happy birthday! It's mine, on Friday.
Sara*: Really? How old are you gonna be?
Me: 107. (My standard answer.)
Mihail*: No way. No way you're gonna be 107.
Me: Why not?
Mihail*: That's too old. You'd be all bent over and everything. I think you're 17.
Me: Hmmm. You might be right.
Joey*: So how old are you, really? I think you're 37.
Me: Right now? I'm 106.
All the kids groaned a bit at this point, then
Sara*: You guys, you know how old she is. She's old enough that she doesn't want to tell us
how old she is!
*Joey, Mihail, and the perceptive Sara are not, actually, these children's real names.
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