fanny
He turned 41 today. I remember one time when we were watching a movie with a scene where people were doing sky-diving or sky-gliding or something fatal like that. And he started to get really excited.
“I would love to try that!”
“No. Never. Not gonna happen. NUH. UH.”
“But it’s fun…”
“You know I love you, right?”
“Of course.”
“And you’re my soul mate.”
“Right…”
“And you’re the father of my children.”
“…”
“And most importantly, I can’t run this family without you. If you die, I will have to wait tables.”
He may get older, a little wrinkles, a tad bit more gray. But damn it he has never ever grown up!