Wednesday, May 14, 2008
My favorite rose
This morning I walked Dominic to school. Here was part of our conversation.
"Mom, I want to tell you what I think about people."
"Okay, tell me."
"I think that the older people get, the stronger, faster, and smarter they get."
"Wow, that's great! So when I get to be 105, I'll be even stronger, smarter, and faster than I am now?"
"No. When your hair gets silver and white and you get wrinkled, then you get slower."
"But I'll be stronger and smarter?"
"You can be smarter. But you will be weak. Your teeth will be weak. They will be weak as kittens. That's why grandpa eats oatmeal every morning. When you are old you have to have soft food."
Well folks, I don't know if the bloom is off the rose yet, but I'm still eating crunchy things and moving pretty quickly. I'm not so sure about my brains, though. I think my kids might be ahead of me on this one.