Father time

I just want to get one thing straight from the get-go: I’m nobody’s old man.

A few things recently have bothered me though. No, I’m not talking about the last few posts. For one thing, I keep running across fellow parents who look like they were born after I graduated from high school. That’s just wrong, but the crushing blow came this evening. Half the teachers we met at Beth’s middle school open house looked like they could be her older brother or sister. I wanted to ask someone if I’d gotten the wrong night. Was this the start of something new? Had I come for the first annual “let your daughter do your job day?” Surely these people weren’t old enough to have graduated from college. The gym teacher looked like he hadn’t shaved – ever.

I’ve never felt so motivated to go out and get more exercise.

Give the gift of words.