Thirty
My thoughts on turning thirty put into words by Mr Clive Staples.
I still don't feel thirty.
I certainly don't act like I'm thirty.
I guess I am thirty.
I'm wearing the O.R. jumpsuit they made me squeeze into when my wife was being sliced on and my son was being brought into this world.
Though I thought this would make me feel older, (thus more wise and mature) it has not.
He's so much fun (even the 2am poop everywhere diaper changes) that he doesn't feel like work, or growing up.
Age ain't nothing but a number.
At least that's what all the old thirty year olds used to say when I was young.
