So we’re sitting at the table, throwing down on some spaghetti and homemade chunky tomato sauce with meatballs and sausage when the dinnertime conversation between the girls, Nick, and me turns to my father-in-law’s impending birthday celebration. Let’s just say it was all downhill from there.
Mari: How old will Papa be?
Nick: He’ll be 76.
Mari: Wow, 76 huh?
Nick: Yup. That’s a lot of living, isn’t it?
Mari: Yeah. I hope I get to be 76 someday. Let’s see: When I’m 76, you’ll be…