Me: Hey, whatcha doin?
Peyton: Just playing nicely with Libby. When I was pretending to be sleeping, Libby was tickling my feet.
Me: Is Libby the mom?
Peyton: Yes.
Me: And are you the baby?
Peyton: No, I'm the big kid.
Me: Oh. How old are you?
Peyton: Like......sixty.
Libby (yelling from the back bedroom): Peyton, sixty is how old you are when you die!
Me: Well, not exactly.
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