I was struck by an odd moment of harsh reality this evening while enjoying a bit of dinner conversation with the two children. My son was reciting our ages, and my daughter realized that there's a bit of a gap between me (33) and my wife's (28) ages. She was like "that's five years!"
"I guess I like younger women," I confessed, which in itself is pretty creepy, once I ponder on it for longer than, oh, a second.
Then it struck me. If my son were to follow in Dear Old Dad's footsteps, his future bride would be gestating in the womb of his future mother-in-law right now.
Yeesh. Paging David Wooderson.
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