On the occasion of her eleventh birthday, my daughter announced that I was 50,000 days old. It had taken her a little quiet time to come up with this figure, and despite my immediate rebuttal, she insisted her calculation was correct.

So turns out I’m about to celebrate my 137th birthday.

Makes sense.

I feel old …

One thought on “Dyscalculia”

  1. Any idea where I might find a poem with the line: “He was an & it” (he was an ass to risk it)?

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