Aging

 Austin & I were talking about getting old. Not only am I over forty, I’m more than halfway to fifty!

Austin: I’m almost forty. I was just thinking the other day, ‘I’m thirty-six years old.’

Me: Unless the other day was several months ago, you’re thirty-seven.

Austin, blank look.

Me: We’ve got nine years between us. I’m forty-six, so you’re thirty-seven.

Austin: We’ve got ten years between us. You’re forty-six, so I’m thirty-six.

Me: You’ve had your birthday, so there’s nine years between us. You’re thirty-seven.

Austin, dumb-founded, counting on his fingers, trying to do math.

Me: Hey Siri, what’s 2021 minus 1984.

Siri: Two-thousand-twenty-one minus one-thousand-nine-hundred-eighty-four is thirty-seven.

Austin: Oh no!

Me, patting his back: Don’t worry, it happens to the best of us. And it’s also going to happen on Facebook.