All right. I married late and was 42 when my first child was born. And as my bride is much younger, that means that I will be 60 when this new baby makes his entrance.
So I suppose it was inevitable.
A few days ago I went to the store with William, our two year old, who always wants to go with me. He is a beautiful child, and we were walking hand in hand. An elderly black man was exiting the store as we were about to enter. He smiled benignly at Will and said “Cute grandbaby.”
I said, weakly, “Thanks.”
Suddenly I felt like this guy:
Well, at least it didn’t happen until I was almost 60; I’m sure it has happened to dads a lot younger than me….