My wife was a lil over 40 when she gave birth to my Son.
He's now 7 and very intelligent for his age. He's very artistic, picked up playing the piano at 5 on his own and I've had to string two guitars since then. The first 2 wheeler bike he had had training wheels and they came off the next day.
When he was 4 he kept calling me "Day". I asked him why he was calling me Day? He said because I call him Son (Sun), and you can't have a "Day" without a "Sun". Still calls me Day or Pops.
I used to tell him we got him from the Zoo that he used to be a monkey and we had his tail removed and it's kept in a Post Office box. That if he acts up we can have it reattached and return him back to the Zoo and exchange him for his Brother... Wifey told me to knock it off... Well the first time we went to the Zoo I had Jake on my shoulders, he holds on to my ears, and when we got to the Monkey cages...I had forgotten all about the Monkey tail/Monkey Brother thing... He yells out "Hey there's my Brother!!!" This Monkey was just screaming away. All the people there was laffin at Jake... Boy Wifeys eyes were burning holes into my head... only thing she said was "See?"
It's all good!
Mac