Wil and I are in the kitchen after dinner. He's playing iHeartRadio on his iPad, and has it on the oldies channel. Song after song comes up and he asks, "Do you know this one?" I answer yes to James Taylor, Elton John and Smokey Robinson.
"How do you know all these songs?" he asks.
"Because they're old songs, and I'm old," I answer.
"You're not that old," he says,"you're only 50. Actually, you're only 49."
"Well, you're right, but that's getting up there," I say.
"Do you want to stay at 49, or are you ready to move up?" he asks.
I decide I'm ready to move up. I'm not ready to get old, but I'm definitely ready to move up.
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3 comments:
Love.
Well, it's a good thing because I don't think you get much choice.
And isn't it just perfect that he listens to iHeart Radio.
Just perfect.
Since I just had a birthday too, I definitely like the idea of moving up instead of getting older : )
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