As I left for the airport on Monday, my sweet, little grandma pulled me close, and whispered in my ear:
"Next time you come, you should bring a baby with you."
Then she stared me down. My eyes widened in surprise.
"...Um, someday Grandma. But not yet."
"Well, just don't wait until you are 40. I've been thinking about it, and 40 is just too old for you to start having babies."
Well, I can't argue that one.
"Ok. Before I'm 40. I promise."
So that's it, Kurt. Your deadline is set. 14 years from now, we are having a baby.