WERE YOU ALIVE

I never really felt 'old' until the day when one of my kids asked me "Mommy, were there dinosaurs when you were little?"  Oh come on!  That was really below the belt (which tends to hang lower now days... so you know thats LOW!). 

'Oh yes', I replied with exaggeration... 'We used to watch the T-Rex chase the triceratops around the field outside our cave!'

'You lived in a cave?' (when will I learn that sarcasm is wasted on children?)

'Of course, how else could we survive the ice age?'

'Was it cold?'

'Not after the volcano erupted and melted the ice'

'Nuh uh... you're lying!'

'Oh yeah... how do you know?'

'Cos the ice age put the volcanos out... so the vocanos didn't melt the ice age.  Is that why you have blubber, to keep warm?  Jack Crust-toe says that whales and walruses have blubber to keep them warm.  Are you an Eskimoe caveman-lady?'

Between the blubber, Jack Crust-toe (Jaques Cousteau) and the caveman-lady I was having a heck of a hard time keeping a straight face and finally confessed that I was not around when the dinasaurs roamed the earth, but I packed a healthy layer of blubber just incase the ice age came back and I'd have to become a caveman-lady until the volcanos could melt the ice again. 

This conversation between Becca and I happened 8 years ago, but I remember it like it was yesterday.  Sometimes I watch my kids and wonder what kind of children they will have... and what kind of parents they will be for them.  I hope... I hope they are blessed with wonderful kids like the ones I have... I hope that even if I haven't been the greatest role model as far as housekeeping and intellect goes, that my kids take my laughter with them and share it with their own children.  And I hope Becca's little girls asks her about living with the dinosaurs and blubber!