It's hard to believe that two years ago, about this time, she had just been born and I was all doped up on morphine.
I think I should get that experience every year on her birthday. The morphine, that is, not the birthing.
And even though it IS Penny's day, Carolyn had her first swim lesson at her fancy-shamcy swim school today (I say fancy even though, and I swear this is true, a centipede attacked me in the locker room) and I can hear Penelope, a 28-year-old art student shacking up with her loser boyfriend as Swimmer Carolyn wins her fourth gold medal...
"I might have been something too if you had cared enough to let me get into the pool on my second birthday instead of making me watch my sister have the time of her life swimming."
Kids. They're never grateful.