That Age-Old Method

(I’m not really that sensitive about my age, but my husband of many years has been teasingly reminding me repeatedly that I have a birthday coming up, so in defence I pretend to deny it.)

Husband: “You have a birthday soon! You’ll be 45!”

Me: “Nope. I’ve decided against it. I’m not that old; you can’t prove it.”

Husband: “I can too!”

Me: “How?”

(I expect him to say he’s seen my birth certificate, or my driver’s license, or many other reasonable things, or maybe to finally drop it. But no:)

Husband: “I’ll cut you in half and count the rings.”

Me: “…”