It Ain't Nothin' But a Number...

I accept the gray hairs on my head.

I accept the freckles and spots that have shown up during my aging process.

I can dig, and actually understand, the way father pontificates and the sometimes stoic silence of my mom.

I hate loud music that I cannot grasp. 

And I refer to my classmates as "Children" "Kids" "Beasties"

BUT I looked over at my night stand and wondered when my Gra'ma came to town!