At your sixth birthday party:
Kid 1: I’m six, how old are you?
Kid 2: I’m five and a half.
Kid 3: Oh ya? I’m five and three quarters!
Kid 4: that girl is only two!
Kid 1: Only two?? Well, I’m the oldest, so that means I win!
Kitten: Guys, guys! It doesn’t matter how old she is. We’re all different sizes and that’s ok. We’re all friends here.
Whoa. Kitten the diplomat or Kitten the guidance counselor?