When I was ...
Four years old: My daddy can do
anything.
Five years old: My daddy knows a whole
lot.
Six years old: My dad is smarter than your
dad.
Eight years old: My dad doesn't know
exactly everything.
Ten years old: In the olden days, when my
dad grew up, things were sure different.
Twelve years old: Oh, well, naturally, Dad
doesn't know anything about that. He is too old to remember his
childhood.
Fourteen years old: Don't pay any attention
to my dad. He is so old-fashioned.
Twenty-one years old: Him? My Lord, he's
hopelessly out of date.
Twenty-five years old: Dad knows about it,
but then he should,
because he has been around so long.
Thirty years old: Maybe we should ask Dad
what he thinks. After all, he's had a lot of experience.
Thirty-five years old: I'm not doing a
single thing until I talk to Dad.
Forty years old: I wonder how Dad would
have handled it. He was so wise.
Fifty years old: I'd give anything if Dad
were here now so I could talk this over with him. Too bad I didn't
appreciate how smart he was. I could have learned a lot from
him.
Author Unknown

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