Today we are nine.
Bob turned nine today; it was pretty low-key. His grandmother and great-grandmother both called to wish him well, and he got several cards and gifts. I made his favorite dinner tonight, and we had a cake. But Bob took it all in stride. On the way to the store I asked him, "How does it feel to turn nine?"
"Exactly the same as it did yesterday."
I wish you could have heard the delivery, tho. If his words had been a dialog bubble in a comic book, there would have been a big black scratchy mark below it.