So, my younger sister (though ha, some people think I’m the younger one, I love that) has her birthday next week, reaching the last year of her thirties (or starting the first year of her forties if you’re going to be particular like I am), so I chatted with H.

“Guess how old Auntie Sarah is going to be!”

H : I don’t know!

“Thirty nine!”

H : woww. That’s VERY BIG AND OLD. Does this mean she wont be your little sister any more?

Ho ho ho….