Our youngest daughter must have asked me how old I was twice a week. (That’s how it felt, anyway.) One day I told her I was born in 1942, and she could figure it out.
A sharp gasp from the back seat. “Nineteen forty-two?”
“Crikey”, thought I. "I’m old, but it’s not that bad.
She leaned over and whispered to her sister “What year did Columbus discover America?”
Our youngest daughter must have asked me how old I was twice a week. (That’s how it felt, anyway.) One day I told her I was born in 1942, and she could figure it out.
A sharp gasp from the back seat. “Nineteen forty-two?”
“Crikey”, thought I. "I’m old, but it’s not that bad.
She leaned over and whispered to her sister “What year did Columbus discover America?”