To understand this story, you need to understand two things about my son Matthew:
1) He loves numbers. For example, he loves to calculate the difference between his age and that of his relatives. He will then tell you, say, how old Pop will be when he’s 17, or how old Uncle Justin will be when he is 30.
2) He doesn’t like to be kissed.
As I was putting him to bed tonight, we were talking about how old his mother and I were on the day he was born. I told him that I was 34.
After we got him ready for bed, I gave him a kiss (or eleven). He lay down and said: “Never kiss me again! Not even when I’m 99!”
“99?!” I exclaimed. I decided to play the math game with him again. “Wow! When you’re 99, I’ll beeeeeee . . . ”
“Dead!” he said.
The boy’s got a point.