My son is now 15, but loves to hear stories about him and his sister when they were younger. And I gladly acquiese, as it keeps the memories fresh for me as well ... although some memories are better left in the past ...
When my son and daughter were 5 and 4 we were waiting to see our general practitioner for a check-up. There were several other individuals in the waiting area along with us, including an elderly woman in her 70s-80s, a gentleman in his 40s, another mother with her young children, and others that I don't recall. At the time, I was the ripe old age of 20.
Like young children do, my son and daughter were bickering about something and before I could intervene to quiet them, my son in his loudest voice possible questioned "Right Mom, when you were little they didn't have color television?".
Baffled, I couldn't answer immediately. Instead, I heard the elderly lady utterly guffaw as I'm sure she knew I wasn't that old! The gentelman chuckled quietly to himself. And I almost thought the other young mother was going to come over to console me.
I took a deep breath, kissed my little one on the forehead, and laughed with the others.
After I (now at 30) relayed the story to my son (now 15), he looked at me puzzled after I finished the story and instead of laughing ... which was the expected reply he asked again, "Well Mom, did they have color television when you were little?".
Kids! Gotta love 'em ...
