The fact that time flies seems to be cropping up more and more these days. You'd think by now nothing could surprise me but every now and then I read a little snippet and am absolutely floored by the sudden realization that another ten years has managed to swoosh past me on those invisible wings.
What got me this time?
A blurb about The Karate Kid, Ralph Macchio . . . who is 48.
Forty eight?!
That's impossible!
That would make him knocking on the door to 50 while in my mind he's still that gawky kid balancing precariously on one leg.
And then it dawned on me.
I have a son that age!
Oops, almost forgot I'm not supposed to mention him in my blog. So let's do it this way: Son No. 2, who is two years younger than the son-I-can't-mention-in-my-blog . . . is 46! That's just two years younger than the Karate Kid . . . and his older sibling, who may or may not exist.
All of which still brings me up short because I can't believe they could be that age yet.
Because I certainly don't feel like it . . .
I wonder if they do.
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Damnit, Mom! I've been telling people I'm 40.
ReplyDeleteOops! Sorry, son. Does this mean I have to leave you out of my blog too?
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