fyi to the grandparents

The other day I overheard our two oldest kids having a conversation about a very, very old person. It went something like this:

G: But he was so old.
N: How old?
G: Weally, weally old.
N: Like a hundred?
G: No! Sixty-one-hundred old (side note: her life is brought to you by the number 6100. Pick a number between one and ten…6100! How many cookies do you want? 6100. And so on…).
N: He can’t be that old. It’s impossible!
G: Why?
N: Because once you are 61, you die.
Me: Ummmm, all of your grandparents are about that old.
N: Well, I guess they don’t have much time left!

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