Jack and I are sitting on the sofa watching a Christmas movie. I’m in old sweats, no make-up, hair kind of matted from a mid-afternoon nap.
Jack: “You and Dad are both forty-something, right?”
Me: “Yeah . . .”
Jack: “Well, you both look like you’re thirty-something.”
Me: “I’ve already finished Christmas shopping.”
Jack: “There are still shopping days left. Your hair looks really good, by the way.”