“1…6…18…37…40…45…” boomed a voice from the TV.
Zoe stared at the television. Had she heard that right? “Zach, where’s the lottery ticket?” she asked.
Zach saw the numbers on the screen, and gulped. “Our birthday’s on the first,” he said.
Zoe nodded. “And Dad’s is on the sixth.”
“Mum’s birthday is on the eighteenth, and she’s thirty-seven,” Zach added, turning pale.
“Dad’s forty…” Zoe stuttered.
“..And we live at number 45,” they said together. They turned and stared at each other. “We’re millionaires!” they screamed.