It was my birthday today, and my folks called up to wish me a happy birthday. (They also sang “Happy Birthday” to me over the phone in a pretty impressive two-part harmony). It was nice.
At some point in the conversation, they asked me if I felt my age.
“It depends”, I replied, “When I was up playing Ghost Recon 2 until 3 in the morning to welcome in my birthday, I guess I felt pretty much like a kid…”
“…but when Neil and Kelly came in to wake me up at 8:30 this morning and poked their sharp little elbows into my spleen while jumping on the bed and shouting ‘Happy Birthday!’…”
“…At that point, I definitely felt my age.”