The backstory: Its' the morning after my 40th birthday. JT and I are driving to school and he has some advice for me as I start my 41st year of life.
JT: You're 40 now. You'll probably need a cane and some help walking around.
Mama: Really? You think it's that serious?
JT: Oh yeah. And now that you're elderly, you probably should give up working every day.
Because staying at home with that child of mine would be less taxing than a day spent with teenagers?