A conversation I had with Mase the other day went like this.

M: Mom are you 32?
Me: Yes.
M: Then you’ll be be 33, 34, 35, 36 and then you’ll die.
Me: Really?
M: Yea, because you’ll be SO old!
Me: Thanks, Mase.

Yes, 36 in a child’s mind is SO old. Ancient.