the cone of silence

DH: How old is your mother?

Me: 66

DH: How long have you known me?

Me: 22 years.

DH: Which made your mother how old when you met me?

Me: Duh, 44.

DH:

Me:

DH:

Me: Oh my goodness, that's how old you are now!

There's just something wild about that fact.