Spiky Bugger
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Evening of 3/22, not long before her shower time and bedtime, I call the home of my little buddy whose 8th birthday is 3/23, and ask to speak to her.
Kid: Hello?
Me: Hi, honey. I need to tell you something.
Kid: What?
Me: Well, I'm not going to be able to see you again until you're eight years old.
Kid (yelling/whining): Wait!!! What? Why?
Me: That's just the way things have worked out.
Kid: Yeah, well...(yelling) WHO DECIDED THIS?
Me: No one. It's just how it works.
Kid: (silence)
Me: So, when will you be eight years old?
Kid (voice changing to "wait just a minute" mode): Tomorrow.
Me: So, I'll see you tomorrow, then, okay? And you'll be much older!
She was laughing by then.
But I'm at a place where I can only trick second graders. Sad.
As you were.
Kid: Hello?
Me: Hi, honey. I need to tell you something.
Kid: What?
Me: Well, I'm not going to be able to see you again until you're eight years old.
Kid (yelling/whining): Wait!!! What? Why?
Me: That's just the way things have worked out.
Kid: Yeah, well...(yelling) WHO DECIDED THIS?
Me: No one. It's just how it works.
Kid: (silence)
Me: So, when will you be eight years old?
Kid (voice changing to "wait just a minute" mode): Tomorrow.
Me: So, I'll see you tomorrow, then, okay? And you'll be much older!
She was laughing by then.
But I'm at a place where I can only trick second graders. Sad.
As you were.
one of the reasons I like dementia patients is I can usually out-think them. 
I would guess small children have a similar charm.
