My oldest great-niece turned 18 this month. She'll be going to college next year, majoring in music. For some reason, it's not hard to believe that she's a young lady now. Even though I can remember how she liked playing with my Hot Wheels, and how all her Barbies were always naked, and what an explorer she was when she learned to walk, the age progression seems natural.
But I'm having trouble grasping the timeline that would make her father, my first nephew, old enough to be somebody's grandfather. That makes me older than dirt.
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