Thursday, April 2, 2009

My daughter had her birthday a couple of days ago. It was nice; we made her dinner, had a cake, gave her a digital camera (which she's been hinting about and even outright ASKING for forever), and sang "Happy Birthday."

It hit me today that she's 28.

How is it possible that I have a daughter who is 28 years old?
Happy Birthday, hon, and just to let you know, you can keep getting older, but I've decided not to. We'll reevaluate the situation when you catch up with me.

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