On the way to school every morning my eight-year-old grandson, Ian, and I listen to KOLA, a local FM station dedicated to classic rock and roll. The other morning he stopped playing his DS briefly to share with me that he wasn’t looking forward to getting old like me.
“Why’s that,” I asked somewhat taken aback.
“I’ll have to listen to Justin Bieber’s music because by then people are going to think he’s a classic,” he said.
“Indeed, that will be a sad day,” I said chuckling to myself.
Seldom at a loss for words, Ian returned to his DS to complete the next level in his Star Wars game making no further comment.
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On the way to school this morning, Ian talked about a new guys club he had formed at school and it immediately reminded me of the sign The Little Rascals used to have on their clubhouse — “No Girls Allowed.” His group’s motto is simply – “Pals Before Gals.” Kinda catchy.
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On the way back from school yesterday afternoon Ian informed me that Viviana has apparently taken a shine to him. She calls him Snookums and chases him around the playground.
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On the way to school this morning, Ian and I were talking about something and he was having difficulty getting his point through to me. To get my attention he finally voiced the following zinger. “You know, Poppop, maybe if you stop talking, magical things will happen.”