For the past six months, my 6-year-old and I shared a running joke about 67. It was harmless, silly fun, and he absolutely loved it — so much that I couldn’t help but join in. It felt light, nostalgic, and pure. But then school started again, and everything changed. One day I made the familiar joke and he just looked at me, shook his head, and said, “Dad… it’s 89 now. Everyone knows that.”