Me: Right, Joey. At your next birthday you will be four.
Joey: And at Claire's next birthday she will be two.
Me: Right.
Joey: Mama, how old are you?
Me: Thirty-one.
Claire: Forty-one! Forty-one!
Me: No, not forty-one. THIRTY-one.
Claire: Forty-one! Forty-one!
Joey: And at my birthday after that I will be Eight-Fivety-Four.

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