I have an idea for a children's science fiction book, and over dinner, I'm consulting the boys about what could be in it.
"I know," exclaims Tertius. "You could have Area 51, and everyone in it is 51 years of age, so they're all very old." And he does his impression of an old man, shuffling around with a cane.
"You do know that Dad is 54," remarks Secundus.
Tertius thinks. "Okay, then we'll call it Area 52."