Scott, who is doing our painting, went to school with Ned, so I think of him as a kid, because he was in school with our kids.
As he was doing the prep work for the paint job today, he told me that he had seen my review of Rocky Horror Show, and that he had let his daughter go to it.
"How old is your daughter?" I asked.
"14," he said.
This "kid" who went to school with my kid is the father of a 14 year old.
I feel very old.
But then I have a daughter about to turn 39, so I guess that's not surprising.