Ew, You're Old!

I'm dating a twenty year old. That sounds so weird to me.
We started dating when he was sixteen man. Now he's twenty.
Time passes so fast... but also so slow.

I keep messing with him about it. "I'm dating an old man... I need to trade you in for a newer model."
He's been nervous about it. He's officially not a teenager anymore.
I've got another three years to worry about it, but today is his day to be an adult.
His "party" is on Saturday, but it's more like us just hanging out.
I'm going to make him cupcakes, bring his presents. He knows what I got him, but I'm going to wrap them up regardless. Why not?

Happy birthday, grandpa. UPDATE:
Grandma had another heart attack.