George has this idee fixe that Mommy is going to live to be 100. It's a nice, round number after all. Last night, while he was in the bath, the following conversation transpired:
George: How many days are in 60 years?
Mommy (after running the numbers on her phone): 21,900
George: Yay, I have 21,900 more days to be with Mommy!
