[I hear weeping from the bedroom and go to investigate]
Me: What's wrong?
J: I am going to miss being 8.
Me: Oh, honey. You know how much I cried when I turned 20?
J: How much?
Me: A lot.
J: Why did you cry?
Me: Because I wasn't a teenager anymore.
J: But, am I going to be in between now?
Me: In between what?
J: You know, in between.
Me: In between 8 and 10?
J: No, like ... not a kid, but not a teenager.
Me: A tween?
J: Yeah.
Me: Oh, no. Not till you're 11. Or at least 10.
J [suspiciously]: Why not?
Me: Gotta get into the double digits to be a tween.
J [relieved]: Oh. Okay.
Me: You know, 9 should be good - you've got lots of friends who are 9.
J: I know. It just hurts my feelings that I can't stay 8.
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