On Sunday Evan and I were driving in a snowstorm (when is it not a snowstorm in Boston this winter?). It was Mackey's birthday, so after singing "happybirthdayhappybirthdayhappybirthday to you!" and talking about life, he hung up and we chatted a little.
Evan: Mackey is all grown up.
Me: Yeah, she's 20. She's not a baby girl anymore.
Evan: She's NOT a baby! She's tall! She's the BEST girl!
Me: You're right. Sorry. Not a baby. Totally tall. She's great.
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