How Old Are You?

Often my kids will ask me how old I am.  I have never felt it necessary for my kids to know this (especially when I was teaching at the ripe old age of 21).  The past few years, when they ask me how old I am, I take my real age and reverse it.  This often brings up some interesting conversations.  Today was no exception, and my kids this year have finally asked my age.  So, I told them I am 72.  All believed me (usually I have some skeptics) and one responded with, “Dang, you look good!  You look like you’re 32!”.  My thought: Wonderful, I look older than I really am L  At least to them I look young…