Birthday Boy

My son is 56 years old today. I don’t know how that happened. Here he is with his daughter, who is now older than I was when he was born. But our camper van was built before she was born. There’s too much math involved and it’s all very confusing, because here I am, the same as I always was. Sort of. Anyway, we went out for dinner, which was a nice treat and I asked that they put candles in the garlic bread. It turned out to be one of those candles that never goes out, sputtering and coming back to life after every blow, giving us lots of time to sing.