You know what’s the least fun game in the world?
No, it’s not Monopoly!
It’s having your age guessed by an entire cafeteria of kids!
Last month, I went to grab pics of the Dublin kids who participated and placed in UIL academic events.
While traveling from the Secondary School to Dublin Intermediate, I experienced the super rare event of getting held up by the train and having to wait at the railroad crossing.
When I finally arrived, Dublin Intermediate principal Amanda Lisso (who was in the grade below me in high school) said, ‘We’re playing a fun game! The kids are trying to guess how old you are.’
I offered a wide eyed smile that was probably somewhere between a deer in headlights and someone trying to figure out a smell while stepping into an elevator.
I took the photo of the fifth graders and they started to get off the stage before Mrs. Lisso helpfully reminded them they needed to guess my age.
“Forty-nine!,” the group confidently shouted.
I winced and mildly shook my head no.
The fourth graders then took the stage and I snapped the picture.
“Forty-three,” they shouted as their guess.
After a moment of silence, they asked, “Did we win?”
I told them they were closer so I guess that makes them the winner.
The correct answer is 38. I figured I’d go ahead and put in print before people started guessing my age on the street.
I don’t know if I ever ‘feel my age.’ Sometimes I feel younger and sometime I feel older, but I was raised to believe there is wisdom in age and experience so I guess if I look 10 years older, I look 10 years smarter. (Please don’t disrupt my happy state of denial.)