Thursday, September 10, 2009

Eighteen Again

Caleb: I don't know if you 'member or not, Dad, but it was just my birthday. So I'm four now.
Dad: I think I recall something about a birthday...
Caleb: Yeah. Don't forget - I'm four now. But when I am old like you, I won't have any hair. How old are you, Dad? Eighteen?
Dad: Not quite.
Caleb: When I'm as old as you, I'll be eighteen with no hair. But now I'm four. Maybe next year I'll be eighteen. But probably I'll be fourteen. Maybe just ten, but with hair.

2 comments:

aunt sarah said...

for some reason Caleb kind of looks scared...even with the mask. but, if i thought i was about to turn 18 AND lose my hair...i probably would be scared too....

vandorsten said...

hmmm. that IS a scary thought, now that i think about it...