Catching up with my hair

Today is my son's 17th birthday.

Man, I'm getting old.

He was born when I was 34 years old.

He has grown into a responsible, respectful young man that does great in school and sports.

My kids (my daughter is 15) are finally catching up with my hair.

I've had white hair since my late thirties.

When they were younger, a lot of folks thought I was their grandfather.

Now, I get to go to school related meetings and activities and look around at all the other parents with grey and white hair.

Cool.