So… this evening, I worked late. I had to teach a workshop to a graduate class, and I had told my children—who are all still home for break—I wouldn’t be home for dinner. Since we have a fridge full of leftovers, I knew they wouldn’t have a problem finding something to eat. I walked in the door at 7:40, which spurred them to action on the dinner thing. While they heated up the food, I went upstairs to change into my pjs and get ready for bed.
When I came out of the bathroom, I could hear them talking about music and Metallica and how the band had been together forever—well, since 1981, anyway. My older son asked the younger, “Are they finished now?”
The younger son responded, “Nah, they’re never done.” Then he thought for a minute and changed his mind. “Well, they might be. They’re all really old now.”
The older brother asked, “How old are they? Like seventies?”
“No.” There was a brief pause. “They’re like Mom’s age,” came the response.
Oh dang! It’s always quite enlightening to get a glimpse of yourself through the eyes of your kids.
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Hahaha. Don’t you love it? I’m 59 and when I was a kid I thought someone in their 30’s was old.