“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.”
