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In the kitchen, the boys are talking about their upcoming birthday.

Dad — I can’t believe how old you’re getting!

R — How old are you, Dad?

Dad — How old do you think I am?

R, thoughtfully — Hmm… 17?

Dad — And how old do you think Mom is?

R, immediately — 100!

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