Seven Is The New Four. And The New Sixteen.
I am confident that I’ll survive well beyond 100 years of age, thanks to medical advances and the unusual regimen of scores of mini (5 minute) fasts that I undertake each day, but did it occur to you that my kids will likely live to see 200 years and more? Some actuaries I hired figured this out by running sophisticated math equations and taking into consideration the fact that my kids have only consumed organic foods, cage free eggs, and milk that was extracted from cows who signed lengthy release forms and were entirely aware of what they were getting themselves into.
Consequently, my daughter’s seventh birthday (today!) is roughly equivalent to my own fourth and my parents' first. And yet, paradoxically, she appears entirely ready to send long text messages while driving a car and applying eye makeup.
Humans: evolving at the speed of light. (Or is it devolving?)
(Happy Birthday JLM).