When it's time to start keeping my age a sacred secret...

So finally I'm back in school.
And of course, funny stories are bound to pile up in the weeks to come - because.... well, kids! They're funny! And sometimes not so funny.

Today, I was eating school lunch with the 1st graders - kawaiiiii - and this small boy with messy hair and tiny eyes - not to mention the slowest eater of our lunch group - turns to me and asked the forbidden question among those who I didn't think myself to be a part of... just yet: 'So, how old are you?'

'Guess...! How old do you think I am?'
'Mmmm...' the slow eater tapped his chin with his finger and he narrowed his eyes, making them even more tiny, serious kid, this one.
I waited.
He suddenly pointed his finger at me as if struck by enlightenment.
'FIFTY-SIX?'

'.........'

Oh yes!
I guess I really do look my age.
.....(`0`)....