You must be a boy because a lady wouldn't ask another lady's age so blase like that. I'll have you know I'm fourteen years young. How old are you?

Not fit so much as flexible, maybe? Really, you'll be absolutely fine! [If her voice didn't sound ominous before it sure as hell does now] No one's ever really prepared for it until a middle aged mom is breathing down their next with the last box clutched between her fingers.