While chatting with Eamon about something I did for him today...
Me: "See?! Your old mom came through for you!"
Eamon: "Wait, you're old?"
Me: "Well, I figured you would think I am."
Eamon: "How old are you anyway?"
Me: <knowing this is a dangerous question> "How old do I look?"
Eamon: "Umm, thirty-seven?"
Me: <teasing> "What?! I look that old?!"
Eamon: <placatingly> "No, that's young! <and then just giving up> Well, it's kind of old-young."
Me: "So I'm old-young?"
Eamon: "Yeah."
Well, I guess that's better than him thinking I'm old-old. ;)
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