Crappy Boy walks into the room repeating this:
At first, it is kinda cute. For a minute, I think about how all kids must be born knowing that repeating stuff is a clever way to annoy their parents.
After that minute is over, I realize that yep, it is annoying.
I need to get him to stop saying that.
So I distract him by changing the subject:
I ask him what a record is and he says he has no idea.
Ha! Here he is being annoying with a phrase he doesn’t even know the meaning of. This will not stand.
I must educate him.
I start with computers and don’t even plan to mention CDs or cassettes or 8-tracks. That would just be confusing.
But he interrupts me with the “were you alive” question that he always asks when I talk about the past. It helps him put it in perspective I guess.
So I answer:
And I’m interrupted again! He is impressed. Impressed that I was “alive before computers” apparently.
And he asks if cars and houses existed way back then.
Oh, now I see where he is coming from. Earlier this week we read about Cro-Magnon and early humans. Nice. I think this makes me roughly 40,000 years old?
And I realize that broken records aren’t all that bad:
At least they don’t make you feel old.
I did eventually explain what a record is.
Remind me to show him some photos of me as a child so he can see how “normal” it all was way back then in the Paleolithic period. (Aka, the ’70s & ’80s.)