I had dinner tonight at Mark Pi’s, with my sister and my daughter. We sat around the table and discussed all kinds of personal intimate subjects. You know, the kind of things one discusses with peers. Girlfriend talk. Snarky chick talk.

Every once in a while I’d look at the two of them and wonder how and when they got old enough to talk like this. Heck, sometimes I look at them and wonder when they’ll be old enough to get their driver’s licenses.

Tonight’s conversation was occasionally on the racy side. Racy. As in, we talked about, um, sex and stuff.

With my baby sister. And my daughter.

What is the world coming to, when a baby sister and a daughter can laugh and smirk and joke and also talk seriously about such things? I mean, when did this HAPPEN?