Natalie is 12… as of this week. And she asks, “When do you need to turn 30?”
(I need to turn 30 tomorrow, personally. But in my amazingly intuitive intelligence I sense she is asking about herself.)
“You’ll be 30 in 18 years, sweetie.”
“But when do you NEED to turn 30?”
“Whenever you get there is just fine.”
This answer satisfies her. So I guess whenever I get there is just fine too.