Fuddy Duddy Daddy...

I was in Junior High attending a school dance and hanging out with friends. We were noticing parents dropping their children when I spotted a really pretty girl and what appeared to be her grandparents waving goodbye. They said "have a good time" and told her what time they would return to pick her up.
Since I didn't know the girl, I asked my friend if he knew her. His answer was yes, she's in his homeroom class and her parents were really strict. Wondering, I asked "Is that why the grandparents dropped her off?" My friend said those ARE her parents. He also knew the girl was self conscious about it. She was very embarrassed when they came to the first patent teacher meeting and all the other kids had younger parents.

I had a friend in the same position. He was an only child who came along late in the marriage. His father was already retired when he was in Junior High.

Somewhere along the way, I heard the phrase Fuddy Duddy Daddy that described a really old father to a young son. That saying stuck with me.

A coworker who is 20 years younger than me once called me 'Gramps' and I replied "Are you talking to me?" It's funny, as he relies on me to do some computerized design drawings... because he can't. The sad part is his father passed away last week. He was in a nursing home with advanced stage Alzheimer's and contacted COVID-19. Either way, his fathers days were numbered.

Over the years, I've been asked why I didn't have children of my own...
Simple answer... I didn't want to be a Fuddy Duddy Daddy!