“Second, these figurines are probably as old as me. I promise you no one was making figurines of Minnie Mouse doing yoga back then.” I give a solemn nod, still staring ahead at yoga Minnie. “Right. In the olden days.” That gets me a snort. “Something like that.” “How old are you, then? Like, do you just look phenomenal for someone born in 1928? Because the sign says that’s when they were created.” His beleaguered sigh as he straightens has me clamping my lips down tight to cover my amusement.
