Bright, obviously.<\/a><\/p>\nBut the thing is, because of that, I start thinking of myself as that age on January 1. So, if you’d asked me three months ago how old I was, I would have immediately said, "47. No, wait. 46." <\/p>\n
That being said, it’s still very hard for me think of myself, on an existensial level, as being past 45. Having two little ones does that to you, which is a blessing, even as it lets you live in fantasy land for just a bit longer.<\/p>\n
But my age must be starting to show. Michael’s gotten the "What a nice grandchild you have" a couple of times, mostly when he’s had his heavily grey beard. I got it for the first time a couple of weeks ago, when we were in a Publix in Florida – the checker asked, "Are these your grandchildren?"<\/p>\n
Ask Michael what my internal, unspoken response was. He knows. No, scratch that – don’t ask.<\/p>\n
Well, anyway, the context of this next anecdote is that I’ve forever gotten the unbelieving stares when people learn that I have sons in their 20’s. "Wow, you must have started young" is the standard issue statement.<\/p>\n
Today I was at the playground with the little boys. A Hispanic man was pushing his son on a swing beside us. I only mention that he was Hispanic because it sort of explains why, as he was texting on his cell phone, he looked up and asked me how to spell "crazy." <\/p>\n
And then one of my children said, "Mommy," and he looked up again. "Wow," he said, "Are they yours?" Yeah, I said. <\/p>\n
"You must have started late, huh?"<\/p>\n
Like I said.<\/p>\n
C-R-A-Z-Y.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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