Observation

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Someone I went to high school with was elected as a State Representative last fall. It occurred to me, and I mentioned this to Brock, that I still feel like a kid, and this freaks me out sometimes to realize that I'm not a kid, that I AM old enough and mature enough to have an old class mate be a state representative.

That I AM old enough to be someones parent.

That I AM old enough to put young people in their place.

It's weird; I keep waiting for the moment when I don't feel like I have to sit at the kids table any more. Does anyone else feel like that??

However, I will NEVER feel old enough to be called MAM or MADAM. No sir, no thank you!

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