The other children stared at me wondering who I was, so I introduced myself. I said, “Hi everyone, I’m Joey’s daddy.”
To which one little girl quickly responded: “No you’re not. Your his granddaddy!”
I was speechless.
I know I must look older than the other fathers… in fact… I am older than the other fathers. Most of my fellow graduates from Lufkin High School, and fellow classmates from Westchester High School, all have grandchildren. I don’t and I don’t think of myself as being 50. So I was quite surprised to hear the little girl say that, especially since I like to think that I look much younger than 50… say… 35. But children rarely will say that. I was caught by her honesty.
I remember growing up thinking how old the Queen of England looked when she was with Richard M. Nixon. Then I saw that photo recently and realized she was not all that old when she was hanging out with President Nixon. So I imagine to Joey’s classmate, I must look really old.
OK, enough humility for the day. I need to go take my Metamucil.