“Already?” my twenty year old niece asked.
“Yup,” I answered. “I can hardly believe it.”
We were discussing my thirteen year old and the fact that he is, well, a teen.
My niece surprised me when she said, “Wow, that makes me feel old.”
I chuckled – and it was in no ways a chuckle of delight, but one of bitterness. I had once felt “old” the way she did, and that was much, much more preferable to the “old” I feel now.