he’s a bad guesser…
Well now, let’s see.
I’m two … and I’ve been around for like, ever.
So that would make mama what — seven, maybe?
Which means GG is like, WAY old. Like, eleven and a half probably.
So then Mammie has to be … I dunno … seventeen?
No, wait. I’m gonna go with my gut and guess eighteen.
… is that even a real number?
Or is this like the time when you said there were eleventy jillion gumballs in the machine?
Happiest 90th birfday wishes to Bubba’s great-grandma today!