Wednesday, March 04, 2009

How to know you're getting old

Part of my morning shopping list included a number "7" candle for Little Brother's birthday on Friday.

My afternoon errands will include taking Big Brother to the DMV for his learner's permit. He has to bring all sorts of documents that prove he is a teenager, not a terrorist: school ID, report card, birth certificate, Varsity letter and a note from the principal.

OK, I am making a couple of those up. But it sure does feel like we're gathering up a whole lot of nonsense here.

Or maybe I'm just getting old, now that my "baby" is turning 7 and my first baby is going to learn to drive.

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