At dinner tonight:
Daniel: Mommy, how old are you?
Me: 31.
Daniel: How old is Grandma Fox?
Me: 94.
Daniel: Whoa! How tall is she?
(He still thinks age and height are equated.)
Me: Not very tall.
Daniel: She must not like broccoli!
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