My 13 year old daughter asked me last night, “How many years is a million days?”

We did the math:  I started with the “Anne of the Thousand Days” trick:  Anne Boyelyn was married to Henry VIII for 1000 days, which was about three years.  So 1000 days = 3 years, which means that 30 years is 10,000 days and 60 years is 20,000 days and 90 years is 30,000 days . . . .

She took over the math from there.  (She’s better at it anyway.) 300 years is 100,000 days.  A million days is 3000 years.  “People,” she said, “don’t live that long. Not even 100,000 days.”  She sounded surprised.  I was surprised — not in the shock and awe sense of surprise, not the flashbulbs-and-confetti-surprise-birthday-surprise, not the “OMG is that my college boyfriend here at the soccer tournament” kind of surprise.  More like the:  Hmmmmmmmm.  We get about 30,000 days on this earth.  Why the heck am I spending hours on the Internet catching up on “The Bachelor?”