Time Warp, Mad-A-Style

Not once, not twice... three times today I almost referenced tomorrow as Saturday.  Time is moving so slowly in that regard, probably because Thursday of next week I am off for the better part of six weeks.

Tonight, however, time went into hyper drive.

Tom:  How old are you?

Mad:  Eight.

Tom, laughing:  You are?!

Madelyn, giggling hysterically:  I'm close to 10 years old!

Perhaps you'll recall that speed aging is not new to my Mad-a-girl.

Dinner at the Casa

Tonight I ran into one of my former sign language students, Aaron.  When he started with me, he was in elementary school, giggly, goofy and very smart.  He just finished his first year of college with a double major, and said that he's "finally playing less video games and putting more effort" into his life.  I guess so.

In his eyes, I still recognize that fabulous little boy.  Tom did, too (he came to a few classes when he was wooing me).  Very little else about him is the same.  For example, he's easily 6' 4".

He said I look exactly the same and that I haven't aged at all.  That was pretty awesome to hear.

Until I realized that, to him, I've always been old.

On the other hand, I ran a marathon around the time he was in my class.  I know I don't look like me when I was a runner, but hey, if he thinks I look exactly the same, I'm willing to pretend.

Overheard

... at lunch yesterday:

Daughter: "How old are you, Mom?"

Mom: "Seventy-nine."

Daughter: "Does 79 sound as bad as 80?"

Mom: "No."

Dad: "I hated 79, but not 80. Seventy-nine is so old."

Daughter: "And 80?"

Dad: "Eighty is mature."

No wonder I still get acne.