Conversation with Dad while at dinner the other night...
I was telling Dad how my friends and I went to the batting cages for the first time in a long time, and after doing the math, I hit over 100 balls in one night.
Me: Oh gosh, that's going to hurt tomorrow. I'm getting old. I get tired now after 50 swings. Used to be able to last a lot longer.
Dad: Honey-pie, you're not that old.
Me: Ugh, I feel like it.
Dad: Just think, you aren't that old. When we had you, the sun was already invented.
Ah! Thanks Dad!!
