I worked a pancake breakfast with Santa a few weeks ago. We also arranged for Mrs. Claus to be there. Not through Santa, though. He didn't know Mrs. Claus. They have a very unusual relationship!
During a lull in the festivities Mrs. Claus and I were talking about her adult children, all in their 30s. She was lamenting time passing so quickly. She tilted her head, narrowed her eyes and said, “It’s hard for me to believe I'm 60 years old."
I started to respond but stopped. I couldn't say Mrs. Claus didn't look 60 at all, now could I?