I know I haven't posted much lately, but once I get my act in gear and a good schedule going I promise my updates will be more frequent. But for now, you will just have to settle for today's post.
I stayed up way too late last night trying to find the perfect picture for Black and White Wednesday, but after the conversation I overheard this morning between Gabe and Emma, I just had to share it.
Wednesday mornings are a little more laid back around here because the kids have a half an hour delay for school. It is actually kind of nice because we get to sleep just a bit longer than usual. Anyway, I usually let the kids watch The Disney Channel in the mornings while they are getting ready to leave. This morning I came downstairs and Blake had already taken over the T.V. and was watching something on the History Channel about outer space and space travel. They were going through different eras of space travel and talking about the different planets. So not my cup of tea, but Gabe and Emma weren't complaining so I just let them all watch it.
Once Gabe and Emma finished getting ready for school they went into the kitchen to eat breakfast. I was getting their backpacks ready for the day when I heard a conversation Emma was having with Gabe while they were eating and still watching the show on the T.V.
Emma: "Gabe, you know that is from a long, long, time ago, like the olden days?"
Gabe: "Yeah, I know." (because Gabe knows everything)
Emma: "No Gabe, I mean the really, really olden days, like from the 1900s, like 1980 or 1985, ancient times."
I had to really try hard not to laugh out loud. She was dead serious and I didn't want to embarrass her. But seriously, 1980, the olden days???? Ancient times??? Come on, I was only 6 then. I remember my dad (who was born in 1929) talking about the depression, the price of bread, and always hear him say "back in my day." Those were the olden days. Never, and I mean never did I think I would hear the 80's referred to as the olden days let alone ancient times.
So, I guess I really am getting old. I guess I never really though of 35 being old, but when my 8 year old daughter refers to the 80's as the olden days, well, I guess I better just break out the walker and call it a day. Seriously though, I remember my dad telling us (or us teasing him) about having to walk 10 miles in the snow, uphill just to get to school. I think it's about time Miss Emma gets a story like that. Olden days, I'll show her olden days.