Theo asks me all the time what number he needs to be to do various things--in other words, how old he needs to be. And he will not accept a vague answer. One of his favorites is, "What number do I have to be to make the rules?" (I told him 30--are we surprised that he wants to make the rules?!) Another one of his favorites is, "What number do I have to be to go to the stars (a.k.a. die)." We go with 100 for that one--might as well have him live to a very ripe old age. But his newest obsession, for whatever reason, is, "What number do I have to be to go in the sewer?"
I went with 22 on that one. If he aspires to be a sewer worker, more power to him. He'll have his very own shower if that's the case....
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