My great grandchild Owen is four. I thought you might be
amused by a conversation that I had with him.
Owen: Grandma, why are you so old?
Me: Because I have lived a long time.
Owen: My other grandma is so old too. She has a big
belly and a mustache.
When his mother was that age, she marched up to a bald
man in a restaurant and said, Hey man, what happened to
your hair?
The young. They tell it like it is.