Four months OLD?
We’re old from the moment we’re born, it seems.
One minute, one hour, one day, one month…
Oldly creaking through life?
One fatalistic minute closer to death from our first gasping breath?
It’s not right.
To replace the word with young is not the answer… It’s too much like a garish bumper sticker claiming its owner’s are 50 YEARS YOUNG!
No, young is not the answer…
My sons are four years; two years and four months new.