My mom sent me an email she had gotten from a family friend in Washington state. Apparently, some kid whose diapers I used to change (I made pocket money babysitting him and his sister when I was about fourteen or so) was in the local news in some human interest piece. The important thing to note is that I’m getting old. He’s got to be at least 11-12 now. I never thought I’d say “I used to change his/her diapers!” Here’s a photo of him from that TV news site. The weird thing is about getting old is that I don’t want to go back and I don’t want to go forward, and I say this each year so I guess I don’t really have a problem with getting older.
