Conversation #1 (somewhere in the free state of Jefferson):
8-year old: Mommy, who’s that strange teenager?
Mommy: Oh, you’ve met RBL before, honey. It was last 4th of July, don’t you remember?

Conversation #2 (at the Clunie Pool):
10 year-old: Mister? Are you the swim teacher?
RBL: No, child. But you’ve just made an old man’s day.

See, now if this were sandwich-brigade girls saying these things, it’d be one thing. But out of the mouths of babes? I’m gonna go with I’ve probably hit my fighting weight.