At the dermolotoligist's office yesterday the doctor asked me how old my children were. I immediately said that C was five and a half. Then I laughed at myself. C would have described himself as five and a half, that extra half being crucial, but without him in the room it seemed ridiculous for me to include it. No adult ever does that. In fact we probably do the opposite. People who are 39 most likely claim to be 39 right up until the clock strikes midnight.
When asked my own age I'm unlikely to announce, "I'm forty and a half."
That's because I'm not forty and a half. I'm only forty and one twelfth.
song: Half Breed • artist: Cher
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