Comb-overs, Depends, and Other Cool Grown-up Things
Here's a conversation I had with my daughter yesterday...
MY 7 YEAR OLD: Are you gonna get a new car while I'm this old?
ME: No, I don't think so. Why?
MY 7 YEAR OLD (shrugging casually): I was thinking about a car that would make us both happy.
(Keep in mind, we're not in the market for a new car. At all.)
ME (suspiciously): What?
MY 7 YEAR OLD: A convertible!
ME (laughing): I don't think so.
MY 7 YEAR OLD-GOING ON USED CAR SALESMAN (raising her eyebrows now, in her best "what-do-I-have-to-do-to-put-you-in-this-car-today" look): It'll make you feel young.
Nice! So when did my age become an issue? When did feeling younger become a problem that I needed to consider? When did I become a candidate for gold chains and hair plugs?
Isn't 40 supposed to be the new 20?
Am I right? Who's with me?
Hello...
hellooo...
Is this thing on???
MY 7 YEAR OLD: Are you gonna get a new car while I'm this old?
ME: No, I don't think so. Why?
MY 7 YEAR OLD (shrugging casually): I was thinking about a car that would make us both happy.
(Keep in mind, we're not in the market for a new car. At all.)
ME (suspiciously): What?
MY 7 YEAR OLD: A convertible!
ME (laughing): I don't think so.
MY 7 YEAR OLD-GOING ON USED CAR SALESMAN (raising her eyebrows now, in her best "what-do-I-have-to-do-to-put-you-in-this-car-today" look): It'll make you feel young.
Nice! So when did my age become an issue? When did feeling younger become a problem that I needed to consider? When did I become a candidate for gold chains and hair plugs?
Isn't 40 supposed to be the new 20?
Am I right? Who's with me?
Hello...
hellooo...
Is this thing on???
Comments
I'm mailing your bookmarks before the week is out. Should it really be so hard to drag my butt to the post office? Now maybe if I had a nice convertible to drive, I'd be looking for excuses to get out.
See ya!