While playing ball with Andrew this afternoon, I was teasing him about being 7 years old. He proceeded to say after he turns 5 he turns 6, then 7, then 8.

Anne then joined in with, "What happens when you turn 8, Andrew?"

Andrew replied, "I go to high school!"

Laughter commenced as Anne pulled him over to whisper in his ear and then he was asked the question again,  "What happens when you turn 8, Andrew?"

Reply, "I get bad guys?"

Laughter.