Completely unprovoked, my 6 year old daughter sauntered over to me as I prepared her school lunch and informed me that I was old. She told me she could tell because of my neck.


She gestured toward her own swan-like neck and told me that her neck was smooth and unblemished. She’s right. Hers looks like alabaster.


I verified her comments with a long and penetrating stare in the mirror. How and when did this happen? I must immediately purchase neck cream.


Or I can from this day forward completely and utterly disregard all her observations, and believe only my son, my 3 year old son, who likens me to all Mustangs and commercial vehicles. (He has a thing for speed and load capacity).


He says I am “shiny and bootyful”.


April 21, 2009