Conversations With My Parents

In the past, I've mentioned that my father is generally a quiet man. What I might not have made clear is that he has a terrific, albeit dry, sense of humor. Saturday night, when we visited my parents after my nephew's tenth birthday party, the following exchange took place:

My mother (talking to me): Do you realize that this year, I'll be twice as old as you?

Me: Well, yeah, it makes sense. You were thirty when I was born, and I'm thirty this year, so you'll be twice as old. It's like when Anna (my younger sister) turns 35, you'll be 70.

My father (talking to no one in particular): Holy shit.

I wish I could do a better job of explaining how perfect the timing was. No sooner was the word "seventy" out of my mouth than he responded. It's actually even funnier than you'd first think because he's almost four year older than she is. By the time she hits seventy, he'll be well on his way to - gasp! - eighty. And when my father turns eighty, I'll be...46.

Holy shit.