I will be 50 in nine years, but my wife is almost 21.

He sized us up carefully, inspecting the details for accuracy, then pointed to his mother.

he said wisely,
"look like you're in your 20s."

His infinite judgment came to rest on me.

"And you,"
he pronounced with gravitas.
"Definitely look like you're in your 50s."

I'll let him argue with my birth certificate.* Maybe he'll run for President someday.


*which says 40 even, but those can be wildly misleading, of course