Nick Eddy: feeble, bewizened

The kids across the street flip out every time one of our vehicles pulls up: "Where's the baby?," they all mew.

Sunday, four wee girls came over and asked the Bride to see the baby.  Oohs, ahhs, coos.  Then a visiting cousin asked, of the grey-haired apparition emptying the dishwasher: "Is he the grampa?"