Brain Game: Turning Eight

Earlier this year, I was speaking to the young son of a long-time friend of mine. (Okay, it didn't really happen like this, but play along with me here.) He seemed particularly happy, so I asked why. "Because," he said, "dad won't let me play football until I'm eight. Two days ago I was only five years old, but next year, I'll be eight!"

Was the little tyke just confused with his calendar? Click here for the answer.