Approaching Dirt

So, I turned 41 yesterday. My two year old brings me an electronic photo frame. I like it. Look out dirt, I'm catching up with you. Earlier this summer I was talking with a boy who sometimes lives across the street. He was playing with a Tonka dump truck like the one I had many years ago.
Me: When I was your age, I had a dump truck like that.
Him: I'm six. Were you ever six?
So I beat him to death with my walker.