Today, the kids had a visit from the older father of our friends — a lawyer who my wife invited to tell the 3rd graders about legal issues:
My wife picks him up, 3 boys in the backseat. He slowly gets into car, joints a-creakin’.
Amazed silence in the back. Unheard of within 20 feet of this gang.
[Whisper, whisper, whisper…]
Mom, in near panic, as she waits, cringing, for the first question.
Bold 8 y.o., eyes wide — the spokesperson: “Man — how OLD are you?”
Guest, laughing, eyebrows a-twitter, “I’m VERY, VERY old.”
More impressed silence from the back.
“Do you need more details?”
Silent nodding in the back.
“I’ll be 85 next month.”
“Wow — thanks!”
Exhale from Mom.