When I'm twenty, you'll be twenty-four. When I'm twenty-four, you'll be twenty-eight, and so on and so forth. Trust me, it may seem like a lot now, but it won't mean a thing later.

[He shrugs, apparently at ease with the whole thing. It's a truth he'd accepted a long time ago.]

Is it just going to be the three of us looking after them all? I'm not sure that will be enough. We should also look into appropriate locations to herd everyone. I'd recommend somewhere enclosed with a variety of different activities available. A playground or something similar would be ideal, but it's probably too much to hope that there's a daycare center around here.

[And if he sounds older than his ten years, it's not out of the ordinary for him. He's always been a precocious child.]