Observed a major, major, huge, oops recently.
While wandering around my neighborhood grocery store, I saw a grandfatherly type ushering about a chubby cheeked, curly headed tot, perhaps two, maybe a tad younger.
I watched as a late middle aged woman cooed to the child and turned to the man murmuring something to him along the lines of "isn't grandparenthood a trip?" No sooner did she speak, practically simultaneously, the cherub in the cart says, "daddy, could we buy bananas?"
"Daddy?" the woman mouthed to me. "Daddy?"
I smiled at her and chuckled to myself as I pushed my cart into the next aisle. Lady, where have you been? Didn't you know that 70, which used to be the new 50, is now the new 40 something?
To wit, here is an unedited quote that I pilfered from an on line dating site.
"I am a mature man, but a kid at heart. I make no apologies for being 63. It's better than being dead.
I prefer a young woman and old music…."
Couldn't make that up.
