After a long, cross-country trip in an airplane seat so cramped that I couldn’t, simultaneously, have a drink on the tray table and complete a crossword puzzle, I arrived home late last night to some excited children. It was a welcome sight to my sore eyes.
My son was extra eager to see me. As he rifled through my backpack I asked, “Wait a minute. Are you happy because I’m home or because I brought you a new toy?”
He gave it some thought and replied, “Both…well, actually I’m happy about the toy because it’s new and you’re old.”
I laughed and jokingly said, “Oh, thanks a lot!”
And when he sensed that he might have offended me he said, “But, you’re not old like a grandma! You’re old like a shoe.”