Maybe he'll cure cancer in 20 years. But he'll have to graduate preschool first.
Visited my Aunt Karen and Uncle Paul and their five year old son, Adam, today. The following conversation ensued...
Adam: I want to live for 101 more years
Uncle Paul: How old wil you be then, Adam?
Adam: (thinks) 106.
Me: Why not 107? Great-Grandpa lived to be 107 (he died when I was three).
Uncle Paul: You should beat him and be 108.
Adam: That's nine dozen.
Aunt Karen: Is it?
Me: Ummm.
Uncle Paul: I think so.
Me: Well 10 nines is 90. And two...
Aunt Karen: Is 18. Yeah that's right Adam. 108 is nine dozen. I don't know where he learned that.
The bugger will be entering kindergarten the fall.
Adam: I want to live for 101 more years
Uncle Paul: How old wil you be then, Adam?
Adam: (thinks) 106.
Me: Why not 107? Great-Grandpa lived to be 107 (he died when I was three).
Uncle Paul: You should beat him and be 108.
Adam: That's nine dozen.
Aunt Karen: Is it?
Me: Ummm.
Uncle Paul: I think so.
Me: Well 10 nines is 90. And two...
Aunt Karen: Is 18. Yeah that's right Adam. 108 is nine dozen. I don't know where he learned that.
The bugger will be entering kindergarten the fall.