It’s Hell To Get Old

Little Five-year-old Friend:  “Who’s that?”


Me: “That’s me and Mr. S. when we got married.”

“You look like Belle!  Belle is my favorite princess.”

“Aw . . .”

“But your hair looks different.  Now, you always wear those buns . . . .”


“And your face looks different .. . .”

“Yeah, well, I’m wearing glasses now-”

“You just look really different.”

”        ”

“Mr. S. looks the same.”

”         . . . why don’t you go play?”


10 thoughts on “It’s Hell To Get Old

  1. Wow, that sounds like the soundtrack that plays every time we have five-year-olds over. I sometimes feel like George Bailey from It’s a Wonderful Life: “It’s me, damn it! Don’t you recognize me!”

  2. Whelp. I was holding a little boy when in college and he looked at me straight in the face and asked loudly in front of guy and gal friends, “Why do you have a mustache?”

    Time to whip out the wax strips, girls.

  3. LOL to it all! Sunday, as my first graders from CCD were being picked up by their parents, they were trying to guess how old I was – two said 25 and 22 and I said, “Oh, MUCH older!” Then one said, “45!” Loved it! ‘Course, their little minds can’t wrap around someone being over 50 and still walking and talking without assistance, I guess. 😉

    • He he. No. She’s a sweet kid. 100% honest! … I remember my mom telling us how the same thing happened at her and my dads hs reunion: “wow, mike, you haven’t changed a bit! … Oh, and you too Leslie.” Now here I am.

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