Yesterday, I saw a strange sight. My nine-year-old son, Bubba was hobbling around with a cane.
"Dude," I said. "What's up with the cane?"
"I bumped into something and hurt my leg," he replied.
"I'm sorry to hear that," I said. "But why do you need a cane?"
"Because I'm an old man. Pretty soon I'll be ten, which means it'll take me longer to heal. I'm not as young as I used to be!"
Happy Fourth of July to all of my American friends!