My son is nine today; he shares the birthday with Sean Connery, one of his favorite actors, who turns 77.
Einstein would tell me, I'm sure, that relativity will explain how nine years seem to have gone so quickly, how time really does fly when you're having fun, or when you're in the company of a delightful child.
Now that child is old enough to tell me that he didn't answer me because "I thought it was a rhetorical question," so I guess some of the chubby-cheeked wonder of babyhood is gone forever, but each new stage holds its fascinations.
So Happy Birthday, Graham and Sean, and may you both have a wish come true.
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