Matt and I were discussing Brandon’s birthday Saturday when Matt had a brainwave:
Matt: I’m 10 times older…. Wait, 11…no, 12 times older than Brandon tomorrow.
Me: Your brother is 13 times older than Brandon this year.
Matt: Oh, so I guess that makes me 12 point something times older than him.
Me: 12.67 to be precise.
Matt: WHY!? Why do you have to do this to me all the time?
Me: Because I can.