I met a little boy in my mad dash to the apartment complex vending machine the other night. I had to stop him and give a good friendly pet to his adorable Boxer. Who knows, this could be Tucker's long lost cousin. Being smaller than what that breed normally produces, I asked "how old is she?".
"56!"
No thinking, no hesitation, it came out so naturally... "56". It took me so off-guard. This 10 year old boy is spouting "56" and my twenty (something) self is standing there trying to do the math in my head.
"She's eight!"
The boy and his pup continued on their way and I giggled the whole way back to my door.
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