“Kids! Where are my tweezers? I have a mustache again!”
“Oh, come on! I’m old enough for an AARP card but too young for discounts?! That’s not fair!”
“Yes, I know these mood swings are killing you, honey. They’re killing me more.”
Recalling some conversations of the past 24 hours, it occurs to me that in my mid-50s, I am in the puberty of old age.