I was 42-years-old when Lucy was born.
By the time she got to high school or college I expected to get some cracks about my age.
BUT! Yesterday I overheard her conversation with the 4-year-old that lives next door.
"How come your daddy," he said, "always looks like a grandpa?"
For the sake of my sanity I am going to assume that this kid has a couple of good looking grandpas.
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that comment hurts! I also posted tonight about getting old....sheesh.
You MUST be an old man if you're up typing on a computer at 6:30 a.m. Up at 5, read the paper (obits) over a bowl of oats and lament that the dead are younger than you are. Yup. That's what we have to look forward to...
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