Monday, March 2, 2009

Sign of the times

This morning on the way to day care, Young Son was reading his Sonic Adventures comic book. I was helping him with some of the words, wincing at the really bad puns. There were many.

It's all kinds of fun, explaining puns to a 9 year old. Especially first thing in the morning. Especially bad ones.

Ha ha. Ha.

But I was stopped short when I had to explain the concept of 'double prints', as in 'ordering double prints'.

My son had no idea what that was all about, those strange, ancient concepts of 'film' and 'developing' and 'ordering prints'.

It was one of those moments when the reality of how much our culture has changed since I was a kid reared up on its hind legs and bitch-slapped me upside the head.

Ever have one of those?


  1. Every damn day.

    Soon no one will remember pay phones.

  2. Ahhh, my moment came in 1993 when my Boy was sledding at the neighbor's house. She invited him to lunch.

    "Call your mom and let her know you'll be staying a while."

    He went over to the rotary phone, and stuck his fingers in the holes (as if they were buttons).

    I think that was the LAST time I had an edge on him, technologically. He was six.


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