Math and Terror

My son just celebrated his eighth birthday. While he was eating his birthday breakfast before heading to school, he came out with this gem:

"I'm half of sixteen today!"

Now part of me is happy that he's thinking of mathematical relationships at the breakfast table. But another part of me is thinking how I am so incredibly not yet ready for sixteen. These first eight years have gone by so quickly, I can't begin to imagine how quickly the next will fly.

So the next time you're wondering if the glass is half empty or half full, just be glad that it isn't half of sixteen...