Yesterday, my dear husband, being the hands-on guy that he is was up and down a few times at the supper table.....clothe to wipe baby's face, pass the ketchup to someone else, needed another fork, or stuff like that.
As he settled himself down to continue eating his (lukewarm) meal, I heard him mutter.
"Maybe when I'm 60 I'll be able to sit down for a whole meal."


