Sebastian is my eight-year-old and he says some of the funniest things–we have no idea where he gets his material since his mother and I are rather boring, serious people. Nathan is our thirteen-year-old and usually is much more stoic than Sebastian. Usually.
The other day my wife came home with some new eyeglasses which were made from recycled vinyl records.
She approached Nathan to get his approval.
My wife: “Nathan, do you like my new glasses? They are made out of recycled records!”
Nathan: “What’s a record?”
My Wife: “You know, those discs made out of vinyl that have music on them.”
Nathan: “You mean those silver things that daddy puts in the computer and puts our playlists on?”
My wife: “Never mind.”
the drunken cyclist 
I’d love to have been in the office when the optometrist was fitting your wife’s glasses. “Hmm, still a little blurry…let’s try a little more Paul McCartney…still can’t see the last row of letters? I’ll add a little Doobie Brothers into your prescription. And just a touch of Andy Gibb 78 rpm single to see faraway objects.”
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Ha! Yeah, I am trying to “educate” them on some of the classics, but it is slow trekking. I think they can recognize the Beatles and the Police, but after that….
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I’ll never forget when my daughter wouldn’t stop repeating something over and over, and fed up i finally yelled “Stop that! You sound like a broken record player!” “What’s a record player?”
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Ugh.
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Yeah. If you wanna feel old, ask a kid about VCRs, Polaroid cameras, flash cubes, dial phones, or phone booths, for that matter. The list goes on and on. ((sigh))
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Yeah. It does not seem that there were as many when I was growing up, but I guess there had to be!
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