Monday, December 05, 2005

My Youngest

Funny, isn't it. Everyone says they will grow up too fast but when it happens to you it is somehow not as amusing as when it happens to others. My wife has been recently saddled with reading glasses. She has graduated to #2 strength. This is still funny to me because I'm not there yet. Won't be long, though. I have signs that this is surely coming. I'm going blind. I knew it would catch up to me. She has had gray hair since I can remember but since she colors it, she doesn't have gray hair. She is, however, the only woman I know that lies about her age. Up, that is. She says she is older than she is. She claims that it prepares her for when she actually turns that age. I say it is a lot like setting a clock 5 minutes ahead to be on time or daylight savings time to make a day longer. You're not foolin' anyone, you know...

My daughter, 10 years of age currently, cut the food on her plate by herself in a restaurant the other day. Wait a minute, that's the parent's job. When your youngest starts to be self-sufficient the season in your life is about to change. I watched her do that and wondered when she learned to do that. Had she been able to do that for a while and just milked the ceremonial parental food cutting for a while? I don't think I will ever know the answer to that. Last night I was reassured that the transformation was complete. She farted and blamed me. Time for you to leave grasshopper.