The other week my dad turned 69 years old.
Like I did for my mom's birthday earlier this year, I called him the night before, so I could be the first to wish him a happy birthday.
"Did you ever think when you were a kid making lame jokes about 69 that one day you would actually be that age?", I asked him.
"No," my dad was like, "Of course not! When you're that age you don't think of things like that."
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