When did I get old?

I feel about 25. I thought I even looked 25. That was until we took Easter pictures today. The only feet I ever thought about were the two ugly ones attached to the bottom of my legs that never have time for a pedicure. But now I see--the crows feet on my face are even uglier! If only those little crows feet would snatch up my sprouts of gray hair in their tiny claws and fly far, far away.