Last night Berck was in the bathroom for a while examining his face. He came out and held up a finger to me. “Do you know what this is?” he asked.
I couldn’t see anything, so I guessed, “A grey whisker?”
“Yes. I apparently have a lot of them, but I didn’t know what they were at first. I’ve also got a lot of grey on my temples. I don’t think I’m ready to be old.”
“Uh huh.”
“Wait! I’m not old! I’m not even 30 yet!”
I’m really old, and I don’t have any gray whiskers. No, wait! Maybe it’s just that
I can’t SEE any!
The 19 year old who cut my hair today thought my gray hair was AWESOME. It’s fun to be old.
Of course, she also thought I was 24.
You aren’t 30 yet?