8: Four
A little girl came running towards his father. "Papa! Papa! Do you know how old I am next week?" She asked enthusiastically.
"How old are you, sweetie?" The dad asked pretending not to know how old his daughter is. The little girl giggled.
She held up four fingers and smiled at her dad. "I'm going to be four years old, papa!" She shouted which leaves the father in a deep trance.
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