We're sitting at breakfast, discussing birthdays.
M: Do you know whose birthday is coming up next? Safta's!
P: Safta doesn't have birthdays!
M: Oh yes, she does. Do you know how old Safta will be?
P: How old?
M: Sixty-one years old.
P: 61?!? My goodness! That's a LOT of numbers!!!
I swear, Safta, I did not coach him on that! =)
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