I was asking my five-year-old to do something around the house the other day, and she was desperately trying to ignore me. So I said to her, “you need to start doing more around here. You’re going to be six years old in what, a couple of months?”
She put one hand on her hip, cocked her head to the side and said, “Well, my birthday is in October, and it’s August now. You do the math.”
I am in so much trouble in ten years.