First, back a long time ago, my aunt and uncle, even at the time older than sin and dirt respectively, surprised everyone by having another child - my youngest cousin.
Yesterday I went to Long John Silver's to grab some lunch and get some to reheat later.
While I waited for my order to be filled, I saw a
girl young woman sitting in a booth with a boy who was somewhere between six and ten years old.
That young woman was the aforementioned cousin, the baby of my generation. I assumed that the child with her was her son.
I hate it when kids do that annoying thing where they keep growing all the time as part of their evil plan to make me feel old. I hate it even more when that plan works.
The moral of this story is that Long John Silver's has yummy food, but that trying to reheat it later becomes an adventure in soggy mediocrity.