When I turned 16, my father declared that I was now loosing one year every birthday. Apparently the thought of his little girl getting older was a bit shocking to him. With my father's 'new math', I am 2 today. Or in the math of reality, I'm 30.
When I compare age 2 with age 30, I can see some simliarities. For example, at the age of 2, you're still learning how to talk, how to walk confidently, and where you fit in your family. At the age of 30, I am learning how to talk (to a toddler), how to walk confidently (as a mother) and where I fit into my world! How can so little have changed?!?
As another friend who turned 30 this year said...I've survived. I just have one question, in Dad's new math, what happens when I turn 32?
1 comment:
Happy Birthday Jennette!
Here's to the survival of the 30 year olds.
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