This afternoon I took my little dog Luna for a walk, and a six-year-old boy came over to pet her. He caressed her fur, lifted his eyes, and asked me,
“Are you old?”
“Yes, maybe.”
“A hundred years old?”
“No … two hundred.”
“My dad is forty-five.”
“He is a kid,” I said.
“No, he is not. He is old.”
So I have some news for you. Most of you guys are now officially old. Happy Father’s Day!!