Apparently I'm really old.

"I found these glasses in the park, mommy. They are for pilots. They're really old."

Yes, I guess they are.



Please nevermind the bed-head hair. We took care of it. More on that later.

Another conversation, a day or two later.

B-Boy: Mommy, these glasses are for pilots. Me: Yes, they are.
B-Boy: I found them in the park.
Me: How did they get there?
B-Boy: A pilot.
Me: Was the pilot in the park?
B-Boy: No, he dropped them.
Me: He dropped them? From where?
B-Boy: From his airplane. You know, like a biplane.
Me: Oh. A biplane, huh? That's entirely possible.