In the car on the way home tonight, Ember said:
Em: Is Christmas a long time?
Me: Yes, it's still quite a long time until Christmas.
Em: It's after your birthday?
Em: What's your number?
Me: The third.
Em: Third? But what's your size?
Me: My size? I'm not sure what you mean.
Em: What's your number for your size?
Me: I don't know what you mean Ember, my size for what?
Em: FOR YOUR NUMBER!
Me: I don't know what you mean Ember.
Em: (frustrated noise) I just want to know your number. How long you are.
Me: Well, I'm 169cms tall, I weigh 68kgs and I wear size 12.
Me: Is that what you want to know?
Em: No, I want to know your number of what you'll be on your birthday.
Me: Oh, you mean you want to know how old I'm turning?
Em: How old are you now?
Em: Wow, that's really old!