When *I* was a boy.......

The conversation at my kitchen table this morning was just to funny to not write down to remember.....

The 12 (almost 13) and 14(almost 15) year old to the solidly 8 year old.......

Jack....you REALLY need to cover the sandbox EVERY SINGLE NIGHT. If you don't, it is going to get FULL of leaves. AGAIN.

When I was 8, I covered the sandbox EVERY NIGHT.

Hey...wait, I helped you!

AND...I did not have a 3DS, a Wii, or an Xbox.

We had to play on that Atari that plugged into the tv.

Yeah....we just had a handheld GAMEBOY!!!

And....we didn't have Netflix....we had to rent bagfuls of the SAME movies from the library over, and over.

Yeah! And mom had a cell phone that just opened up and all she could do was CALL....that's IT....CALL.

Yeah, it flipped open!

So quit complaining and cover the sandbox.


Wow.....I had a really hard time not commenting (LOL!!!)  Major roll eyes!!!


I think RON covered the sandbox.

And it sure wasn't every night!

Ha!  I've grown old men already!