Getting Old

     I am getting old, it's a fact, just ask my kids.  My birthday is rolling around again tomorrow, and when my daughter found out she asked me how old I was going to be.  I told her that I'd be turning 37, and her jaw dropped open, her eyes grew wide with wonder, and amazement, and she simply replied - "Wow, that's old.".  Both of my boys quickly agreed with her and just like that, I was declared old.  The kids are our future, and mine just collectively decided that I'm a relic of the past.