I
have to admire how my children manage to say certain things. They are
pretty clever instead of outright saying, "You're old." Sometimes they do say it, though. I'm not, by the
way.
Jet was done with his junky pizza and both Jr. and I wanted to finish it off.
Jr.: I guess you can have the pizza because you have seniority. Extreme seniority.
He told me later, he wouldn't say it if I was actually old.
At a paleontology museum-
Me: That turtle died many many many many many years before I was even born.
Jr.: An impressive feat.
Mom (explaining about the cartoon "Jem"): It's total 80's, with the hair and the makeup. Total 80's.
Jr. Jr.: It's like you, Mom. You're in your eighties.
Jr. (when noticing a bruise on my arm): Is it an old bruise?
Mom: It's not that old.
Jr.: No. Is it a bruise because you're old?
I have no idea where the bruise came from. Maybe I'm extra clumsy in my "old age."
