Grandchildren

It was bound to happen sometime. Just so happens it was at the Honors Banquet, where a lot of other NU students and I received awards, yours truly to the tune of $800. I was introducing my academic self to the other bored people at our table, and mentioned that if accepted to grad school, I'd be in for 5 years. The following ensued:

Mom: What? You never told me it was 5 years! When was somebody going to tell me that it was 5 years?
Me: Oh, sorry.
Mom: I want grandchildren, not Ph.D.'s!
Dad: Oh, he's not that old.
Mom: And Pete, how old were you when we got married?
Dad: 23.
Mom: Hmph. I want grandchildren.

Not that painful, but I hope the chorus doesn't get louder.