We have ninety two more years

This morning when we arrived at St. Patrick's School, Claver said suddenly :
- We have ninety two more years.
- We who?
- Madeleine and I.
- So you have ninety two years. What does that
 mean?
- Ninety two years before we die.
- Is that true?
- Yes, you know 100 you take away 8 is 92?
- OK. I
- I understand now what you mean. You are really good at maths. May the Lord hear you.