We have a very dear neighbor who is 81 years young. "Uncle Bill", as we call him, is a lovely gentleman who was the first to welcome us to the neighborhood and is responsible for treats for the kids on every holiday, extra big candy bars when trick or treating at Halloween, and bones for the dogs every day he passes by on his daily 3 mile walk. We adore "Uncle bill".

This weekend, Kiki asked him how old he was. Bill said, "I'm 81". Kiki was shocked and replied, "that means you are almost dead".