At my favorite Christmas event “Brunch with Santa” that features really great oysters and shrimp (oysters and shrimp have nothing to do with this story. I simply like mentioning them), a very old gentleman approached me right after we sat down.
“You have between 8 to 10 good years left with her,” he said pointing at Klara. “Enjoy them now because once they are over. . . It’s really bad! Kids are cute at this age but give it a few more years and. . . Ugh!!”
I don’t have a fun punch line to the story because I really porked out on those oysters. We are invited to a dinner party tonight, and I have no idea how we are going to go because we can’t look at food any more.