The Dibs

In the morning of their life, they crawl on all fours. One, two, three, four. And then the afternoon of their life,. they walk two legs like a man. As I walk now, we have my little birdie feet. Yet in the evening of their lives, their own age, they often use a cane. It might be stir fry. No, no, it's frogs. You know what I think about it? The strange thing is that he respects and admires me as you would a parent or an elder.