The things my grandkids tell me!

While Rachel was visiting me last Wednesday, she wanted me to get down on the floor with her. I said, "I don't know, Rachel, I am getting kind of old." 

She then said: "I don't want to get old. I don't want to grow up. I want to stay little and live with my mom and dad forever." 

I know the feeling. I didn't want to get old either. But it is better than the alternative, don't you think? Faced with dying young or living to be old, I will take the latter.