She looks up at me with her sweet, 9 year old eyes. "You know which book I really like? A light for Greytowers. Did you ever read it?"
"I did," I replied. "But not for a long time. I probably haven't read it since I was your age."
She looked puzzled. "That can't be. The book isn't THAT old."
Suddenly her eyes weren't so sweet anymore. Way to make me feel old, kid.