Two of my favorite fictional precocious children.BOY: I'm three.
ME: I know. But I always think you're older. You look at me with old-man eyes.
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BOY: How old are you?
ME: Guess.
BOY: Twenty-eight?
ME: Nope.
BOY: Twenty-nine? Twenty-ten? Twenty-eleven?
ME: Wrong direction.
BOY: Nineteen?
GIRL: One? Two? Three...?
GIRL eventually got it right. Smart cookie.
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