Said the little boy, "Sometimes I drop my spoon."
Said the old man, "I do that too."
The little boy whispered, "I wet my pants."
"I do that too," laughed the little old man.
Said the little boy, "I often cry."
The old man nodded, "So do I."
"But worst of all," said the boy, "it seems
Grown-ups don't pay attention to me."
And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.
"I know what you mean," said the little old man.
Yesterday afternoon while Haley was getting ready to go to the movies with friends...
Me: Noticing a yellow thermal tee on her bed. Oh,that's cute. Are you wearing that with tee over it?
Haley: confused?. Ummm. No.
Me: Oh, I thought I seen people wearing the layers like that.
Haley: Not this generation, Mom.
Me: Thinking later... did she really just say not this generation?
Last night in the grocery store after a few minutes of chat with a cute elderly couple...
Haley: You always have conversations in stores with old people.
Me: Mmm-hmmm. I like old people. (Honestly, I'm like an old people beacon, they seek me out to chit-chat.)
Haley: laughing. Did you hear him say, 'buggy?' It's a cart.
Oh how large the generation gap grows...
... or is it just me growing older?
14 hours ago