You Must Be Forty Eight

I think leopard when I look at my hands. I am spotted now, not freckles, age spots. These are my grandmother’s hands. Not a surprise as I am a grandmother. Yesterday a young boy asked me if I had children. I said yes. He asked how old they are. I said 49, 47 and a half and 42. He said “Wow! You must be 48!” The funniest part to this leopard is….. He had previously told me that math is his best subject.