Tonight Rachel asked Drew, "Daddy, how old are you?" (I've told her the real number several times but she doesn't appear to remember).
"A million," Drew answered nonchalantly.
"Nooo," Rachel said sweetly. I chimed in that NO ONE can be a million years old!
"How old do you think I am?" Drew asked.
"51!" she exclaimed.
I laughed so hard I pounded the table. Drew joined in.
"The thing is, it's too close!!" Drew yelped. "It's too close for comfort!"
(The real answer, for those of you counting at home, is...46).
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