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According to my teenaged son, I’m old.

And since his definition of old is “anyone over 30,” I bet you’re old, too!

I can’t remember why Old People came up this morning while driving to school, but we did. It was something along the lines of we “shouldn’t be allowed to text” (but that might have been last week’s rant).

I think it’s so wonderful that God made teenagers to point out that we are old on a regular basis. Otherwise, I might not remember!