Yesterday, I helped Mommy bake some cupcakes. I somehow managed to make this fun activity rather depressing, though:
Mommy: My birthday is coming, so these can be my birthday cupcakes. Do you remember how old Mommy will be?
Me: 31!
Mommy: And how old will I be the next year?
Me: 32!
Mommy: And the next year?
Me: 33!
Mommy: And the next year?
Me: After that, you will be so old, you will be dead!
