When I went out to my car this morning, my next-door neighbor Mr. Hutchison was passing on his morning walk. He took a good look at Saul and then called out "Hi there! Your baby isn't a baby anymore! He's a child!"
Thanks, Mr. Hutchison. What I need first thing in the morning is an elderly man reminding me of the rapid passage of time and inevitability of Saul growing up and leaving me to marry some girl and then the two of them moving far away so that when I have grandchildren I'll never get to see them and then I'll get old and die.
Good morning to you too.
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