Signs I am, in fact, not as young as I once was:
1. I would prefer a belly laugh from a six-month-old girl I'm holding to a wink from a 25 year old woman three seats down at a bar. By a lot. Babies are my favorite toys.
2. A great bowl of soup is better than a good dessert.
3. Give me some nice poached fish rather than a steak, anytime.
4. I have a two drink limit. Not so I can drive, but so I don't fall asleep at the party.
I am not saying these preferences are a matter of prudence. Soup seriously tastes better to me than dessert. And who wants to have to take a nap at a party?
At one time, any one of these comparisons would have gone exactly the opposite way.