I don't feel old and don't look old either, although my wife and bathroom mirror both disagree. Yet, I am approaching the age where I would not mind a grandchild.

You know . . . an impish little girl with curly hair and non-stop giggles. Someone to bounce upon my knee and play patty-cake with until her diapers say its time to hand her back to her parents.

From time to time I will mention this whimsy to my sons, both short of marriage prospects at the moment. They differ dramatically in personality, but in this case respond with identical comebacks . . .