The boys were talking with me about an upcoming family trip.
Gunnar - Remember last time, in Oregon, I got to snuggle with you every night?
Me - Well, not this time. Daddy's coming. You guys get the bunk room, with Uncle Dave.
Gunnar - Oooo, yah, the Man Room.
Me - Yah, that'll be great.
Gunnar - Daddy gets the Geezer Room.
Me - Um, that's my room too...
Tate, to Gunnar - Mom's not a geezer, but Dad is entering Geezer-hood.
Gunnar - Yah. When you get visible gray hairs...
So now you know.
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Oh no, I'm done for!
Yikes . . . covering my 'highlights' on Monday! :)
Sadly, I think I qualify as a geezer.
I'm going to go drown my geezerly sorrows in a cup of Earl Grey tea.
Sigh...
I think I've qualified for that title for some time. Welcome! It's not as bad as you might think.
Yah, well, I think the boys haven't looked too closely at me. My blond-ish hair is somewhat "silver and gold"!
Ouch. Then there's me that can't admit that her dad is really now older than 40.
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