Punk Rock Grandpa.

I'm a young guy. I mean it. I was born on July 14, 1959. I'm in the last six months of the baby boomers. I'm vital. Verile. Semi strong. So how can I explain the 60 pound mass of flesh on my lap that claims to be my GRANDDAUGHTER? How can I explain the joy and utter frustration of living with her? I can't. I am beyond explaining how a young buck like myself could be a grandparent. But I am. There it is.