"When I'm...."

That Day It was my Dad's sixty-fourth birthday today and we heralded him with the inevitable Beatles song. I know that everyone says they can't believe how old their parents are, but really my Dad looks like he's in his early fifties and everyone expresses amazement when he actually tells them his years. I do think it's in the genes though because I apparently look like I'm mid-late twenties when (old good lord) I'll be thirty-two at the end of October. I'll actually be able to say I'm half his age. Time to update the wishlist ...