On a Scale of 1 to 10

Too much seriousness around here. Time for something less weighty...like boys.  Thanks, little bro, for this conversation. Way to keep it real. 

Caleb:  So on a scale of  1-10, what is this guy? 

Me: 10.

Caleb: He can’t be a 10.

Me: He is. 

Caleb: He can’t be a 10. A 10 is basically Jesus. 

Me: Are we rating their looks or other things? 

Caleb: Looks. 

Me: He’s a 10. 

Caleb: He can’t be a 10. It’s impossible for him to be a 10.

Me: What are you talking about? I say he’s a 10, he’s a 10. 

Caleb: He is, by far, the best looking person you’ve ever seen?

Me: No, but he’s still a 10. 

Caleb: See, if there is someone else cuter than THEY are a 10. If you see someone that’s cuter than him, he’s already a 10 so where would you put the guy that’s cuter? 

Me: They can be 11. Your scale makes no sense. 

Caleb: It makes perfect sense. There is no 11. Where would you put me on the scale?

Me: 8. 

(no response)

Me: 7.

(no response)

Me: 6.

Caleb: He can’t be a 10, because then you’re saying he’s the cutest guy you’ve ever met. 

Me: He’s definitely one of the cutest guys I’ve ever met. He’s a 10 if I say he’s a 10. Where would you put me on the scale?

Caleb: 4. 

Me: 4! I’m not even average! 

Caleb: Average is a 2. 

Me: Caleb! Your scale makes no sense. And you’re just jealous of this guy’s 10. 

Caleb: I’m not jealous, it’s just impossible for him to be a 10. 

Me: Your scale makes no sense.