Oh. Wait. It's cause I'm thirty-two, married with four kids and own a house. They are nineteen, single and have time on their hands. Hmmm.
When did this happen? There was a time (not so long ago, or maybe it is so long ago...) when I would have known these guys and dated these guys. All of them. And now? I'm like their much older and very not cool sister who has added a brother-in-law and some nieces and nephews to their lives.
Do I sound depressed? Cause I'm not. It's not at all a depressing idea. It's great. It's cyclical. It's all the things that life should be. Life keeps moving and we get to experience every stage, but something like watching this makes me realize that it's important - no vital - to revel in each stage because it ain't coming back. Deep. I know.
Seriously though, have you ever thrown a latke in the air? I'm closing my eyes and visualizing it. The little flick of my wrist as I move the frying pan ever so slightly. The latke doing a double axle spin kind of thing in the air. And then I can see the mess, the oil splattering everywhere, the smoke alarm going off when the latke hits the range hood and the ketchup flying all over the kitcen when the kids' jump from the smoke alarm. No, I have never thrown a latke into the air. But I just might need to tomorrow night.