Getting Through The 90's

Tonight we went out to eat to celebrate my grandfather's birthday. My dad met me in the parking lot to help me unload the kids.

As she was waiting to get out Mackenzie asked dad, "How old is great grandpa?"

"He is 84," my dad answered her from the other side of the car.

She looked at me with eyes WIDE open, "HOLY COW! That is really old. He's almost one hundred."

"Yes," I laughed. "He's getting close."

"You know," she reasoned, "all he has to do is get through the 90's."