A Hundred and Ticket
So Aviva shows me this complicated game she's devised, involving whacking this big yellow ball (as big as she is) so it caroms chaotically off chairs and tables and ends up somewhere in the room.
Aviva: "And see, it tells you how old you are."
Aviva: "Yes. Like, if it ends up here, you are a hundred and ticket."
Me: "A hundred and ticket? What's that?"
Aviva: "That's the biggest number."
Aviva: "Yes. If you get to be a hundred and ticket and one, you die."
Me: (stunned silence)
Aviva: "On your birthday."