Well, There’ll Be No More Birthdays For You When You’re Dead, Mom…
Jacqui: *sigh* I wish that it was a birthday day today!
Me: Well, every day is a birthday day for somebody.
Jacqui: Really?? Who’s Sumbubby? Do we know ‘em? Izzee havin’ a party today??
Me: No… I said some-body. I mean that every day is a birthday for someone somewhere in the world. Like today — today is actually your uncle’s birthday.
Jacqui: Really?? How old izzee?
Me: He’s thirty-four.
Jacqui: Wow!! He did a really great job getting so very old! How old are you, Mommy?
Jacqui: Daddy says that wen ya say that you’s really jess kiddin’.
Me: *sigh* Yes, he’s right. I’m just kidding.
Me: So what?
Jacqui: So how old are you?
Me: I’m thirty-mumble mumble.
Jacqui: Whoa!!! That’s super-duper old!
Me: Hey!! I’m not that old — not super-duper old!
Jacqui: Yup. Super-duper old, that’s you. So when d’ya think my uncle will catch up with ya?
Me: Never. He’s younger than me so he’ll never be as old.
Jacqui: I hate ta tell ya this Mom, but he really won’t be younger than you for forever.
Me: Unless you know something that I don’t, he will.
Jacqui: Well, ya know… there’ll be no more birthdays for you when you’re dead, Mom…
Guess she figures I’m so “super-duper old” that it will be a miracle if I hang on for too much longer…