We are in the throes of a pretty bad snowstorm as I write this post and to make sure we were prepared, I stopped at our local hardware store to pickup a couple snow shovels yesterday. An extra one for us and one for our son, Steven, a recent homeowner and quite without a snow shovel.
As Hero was logging the purchase into the checkbook, he remarked as to the cost of the shovels. I defended the amount because these particular shovels were the ergonomic kind that relieve back strain and I thought that this would help him, given his advanced age but I guess I could have got a regular shovel for Steven because he's a strong young kid.
At that moment we looked at each other and said: "Wait a minute."
Me: "Wait, maybe he's not a kid. He's 33 now, right?"
Hero: "Well, let's see, he was born in 1976, so, yes, he was 33 this past December."
Me: "Then, Frank (our oldest) will be..."
Hero: "Let's see, he was born in '74, so he'll be 36 in March."
Ok, my Sons. You're not kids anymore. Your fine men with precious families of your own - well, Jon has to catch up on the wife and family part - and Dad and I are so proud of all of you! But you'll always be our kids!
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