These are the days of our lives

He'd fathered two children, both now nearing 30, the girl doing well, the boy a bit of slow-starter.
"How about you?" he said. I shrugged and gave him a summary of 40 years in a few simple sentences. And though the words I said were factual they somehow failed to bring the glass down on the fizzing wasp of truth.
"Any kids?" he said.