Birthdays

It’s 5:30 in the morning, and Robert and I are considering our ages in hexadecimal. I blame Marcia for this, entirely.

Me: How old am I in hex?
Robert: Um.. ok, let’s see.. carry the one, divide by..
Me: Ok, I’m 1B.
Robert: You cheat. You used calc.exe.
Me: So? How old are you?
Robert: Hmm.. I’m.. how old is Jeff?
Me: What?! You can’t use Jeff as an age reference! When were you born?!
Robert: I can’t remember that far back..
Me: Jeff’s as old as my sister, and she was born in 1977.
Robert: I must be … dude, I’m 18!
Me: In hex.