Story version 1:
"How old are you?" the man asked.
The little boy looked at the man suspiciously for a minute and then said, "I am twenty-six."
His mother lifted her head from the book. "He is four," she said, smiling at the little boy.
"Is that so?" the man said politely to the little boy, "Twenty-six."
He nodded his head at the mother across the aisle. "Is that your mother?"
The little boy leaned forward to look and then said, "Yes, that's her."