Quirky is a word that describes one of my sisters friends from high school. Come to think of it, quirky describes most of her friends from high school. It’s difficult to see your little sisters as serious people, let alone their friends.
So I was on the death watch at my allergist when one of her friends came in with his daughter. Imagine my surprise, seeing this young turk from my past doing reading lessons with a little girl not unlike my daughter. “Who’s your daddy? Surely not that guy? I knew him when he was this thin.” It turns out I’m not the only one getting older. We’re all in this together after all.
Pardon me while I smack some sense into myself.
Hint to sister: his name is my name too!