So I'm sitting here tonight, trying to get ready for Christmas. I'm making my lists, checking them twice and trying to determine why I'm going to have time to finish everything.
Steven: It'll be the big Four-Oh.
Me: What? When?
Steven: Your birthday. You're going to be forty.
Me: No I'm not. I'm a year younger than you. I was born in '70. You're 40. I'm going to be 39.
Steven: Wha...
Me: How old do you think you are?
Steven: 41
Me: Well there you go. Don't get me a cake with 40 candles this year.
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