Lester and Tyler are 7 and 16, respectively. We're hanging out at one of the housing complexes my company owns (I'm pitching in on the Free Summer Lunch program).
Lester: How old are you?
Lester: Are you 8?
Lester: Are you 17?
Lester: Oh. [Lester is stumped.] I give up.
Me: You know, Lester, there are actually some numbers between 8 and 17.
Lester: [beat] Yeah, right, whatever. How old are you?