or maybe that's just my interpretation of the way he keeps reminding me of my, in his opinion, extremely advanced age.
Example one:
"I'll help you set up your sewing machine Mum. I know how to thread them and everything."
"OK but be careful. My machine is a bit different from the ones at school."
"You're telling me! Wow, this thing is ancient! Does it plug in or do you have to pedal it?"
Example two:
"Mum, did you watch this program when you were my age?"
"No darling. It wasn't around then."
"Oh. What did you watch?"
"Whatever my parents wanted to watch because we only had one TV."
"Oh. Were you guys like poor or something?"
"No darling. We just had one lounge room and that's where the TV was."
"One lounge room and one TV? I'm so glad I didn't live in the olden days!"
Example three:
"Mum did you have electricity when you were little or did you have to use candles for lights and go to bed when it got dark?"
"Yes we had electricity and we only used candles when it wasn't working .. same as we do now."
"Wow! Electricity really has been around for a long time hasn't it?"
After delivering these little gems, he usually looks at me with an innocent face before registering my reaction, then running for the relative safety of his room before I come over all weak and decrepit and start demanding my dinner at 4 o'clock in the afternoon with "it had better be mushed up so my poor old teeth can take it sonny boy" added for good measure.
Now I know why my mother always looked so upset when I asked her about what type of dinosaur she rode to school.
Kids .. gotta love 'em (I think it's a law!)
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