Feeling Slightly Less Long-In-The-Tooth

Interestingly, our topic this term is all about food and digestion. Fortuitously, our story book is "Demon Dentist" by David Walliams. Happily, we spent a few minutes on Friday afternoon talking about teeth. Predictably, the class had lots of questions - including "Why aren't we born with teeth?" and "How long do Baby Teeth last?". Unsurprisingly, most of them are in the throes of acquiring their second set, and the Tooth Fairy seems to be working overtime at the minute. Intriguingly, her rates of pay appear to vary considerably, from pillow to pillow!
Proudly, I told them that one of my baby teeth lasted a Very Long Time, and that I still had it when I left Primary School. Jestingly, I asked them to guess when it came out. 
Cheerfully, I share with you the ensuing conversation ...

Were you twelve, Miss?
No!
Thirteen?
Older than that
Eighteen?
Nope
Twenty?
Keep guessing
Twenty one?
Go on
Sixty?
No! she's not THAT old! 
Thirty then?
Well, actually, I was thirty two...
[gasps all round]

I felt I had to draw the game to a close - but was secretly quite pleased that they believe I am not that old. Oh, if they only knew...

Re-reading this post, I can tell it is the start of a new term. Disturbingly, many of my sentences are beginning with 'fronted adverbials'. It won't last, I can assure you!