One evening, while reading to Levi from a Mac B Spy book, we came to discuss what can happen in just 45 years.
The following conversation ensued:
Levi: How old will I be in 46 years?
Me: 54.
Levi: How old will yOu be?
Me: (Tactless as always) I won’t be here then. I’ll be gone.
Levi: (Falling back onto his pillows) I have tears in my eyes. Really!
Me: Well, if I do make it, I’ll be 97.
Levi: (Popping up quickly, excitedly) You’re the best grandma in the world, so you’ll be a billionaire by then!
The Universe: Nope. No one’s paying billions for that.
Me: But I’ll be pretty frail by then.
Levi: (Considering) You may be in a wheelchair.
Me: (Watching him closely) Will you push me around?
Levi: Nah. I’ll just getcha a feeding tube.
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