When my twin grandsons were about 8, they got into this kick of who was who and how old are they. You know, who is your mom, who is papa's dad? That sort of thing. One day Logan asked me how old I was. Being truthful, I told him "50". He got this funny look on his face and said, as if it were soooooo way out there, "You are not!" I said, "then how old do you think I am?" To which he said" 25". I said, "I'll take it!". Boy, I must really seem old to them now.