I came home from work today, and Tiffany suggested that I take Noah outside to play. So, I did. We had a great time. He really wanted to throw the frisbee. It is unbelievable how far that dude can throw a frisbee.
He is a champion! It made me think of the times when my dad and I would throw frisbee or play catch or wiffle ball, or whatever it was. But, I loved it. Both then, and now.
My little son is old enough to throw a frisbee back at me! HOW CRAZY IS THAT? I AM ANCIENT. You should put me in a museum. I am feeling old right now.
To top it off, we were looking at book bags online for him as he is going to be headed off to the big scary world of preschool this year! I could be buying my son a book bag, like to actually use! What planet am I on, and what happened to me being young?
Do you feel old? When do you think you will feel old? What is old?
~Mr. Gowesky (Cause you only call old people Mr.)