Now we have lots of family birthdays (including mine) in the first 7 months of the year, and this was the conversation between GS#1, GS#3, Abi & I, around this time, last year. GS#3: I’m a big boy. I’m 4 years old already. GS#1: I’m ‘bigger’ that you. I’m 6 years old. But you are ‘bigger’ than me, right Abi? How old are you? Abi: Guess. So the boys counted all the way from 6 to 22, to cries of well done & great! And then came the inevitable question: How old are you Gaga? Me: Guess (waiting in anticipation for the long count…) GS#3 (with no hesitation at all):…