I had the funniest dang talk with Bones the other day. We had to go shopping and we were talking about 80s movies. A little background, when we go to my sister's, she always rents some classic 80s movie for my boys to watch. This time it was Weird Science.
Now, when we went up to Eric's a few weeks back, the boys and I were in the car with him, when something came up about our going back to Mo's that night and watching Weird Science. This entire banter occurred like this... and you will see that Eric has absolutely NO appreciation for the 80s:
Me: And Mo rented us Weird Science!
Eric *grimacing*: Weird Science? Ugh.
Me: What?! What's wrong with Weird Science? It's a Classic 80s movie!
Eric *turning to my boys*: Classic 80s? Guys. Listen to me. It's like ordering a corn dog and saying, "This is the best corn dog I've ever had". It's still... a corn dog.
The boys have been quoting him and corn dogs ever since.
So the other night Bones is quoting Eric and his corn dog comment when I said, "hey, you liked the airplane movies..." and that's when the whole conversation went sideways.
Bones: I frickin' LOVED the airplane movies!
Me *laughing*: I thought it was a riot that I had to explain the smoking section of the airplane to you...
Bones: Wait. They REALLY had smoking sections in airplanes?
Me: Oh yeah. Here you are in a flying tube and somehow the smoke is going to stay in the smoking section? Right.
Bones: So basically the entire airplane was smoking...
Me: Yeah, pretty much. Hey, it wasn't so long ago that we had smoking sections in restaurants.
Bones: WAIT?! We had smoking in restaurants?
(It was banned in Florida in 2003. Bones was four years old.)
Me *staring surprised at him*: Umm... yeah. Until 2003 when you went up to the hostess at a restaurant she said, "Smoking or Non Smoking?"
Bones *wide eyes and incredulous*: YOU.ARE.KIDDING.ME
Me: No... you don't remember... do you?
Bones: NO. I don't remember that. Mom. I don't want to eat my meal with smoke. Holy crap.
Me: Bones, there are scads of other states that still ask you that, you can still smoke in a restaurant.
Bones: YOU.ARE Joking, right? You go in and the hostess actually says, "Smoking or non-smoking?"
Me: Yeah. All the Carolinas. Anywhere there is Big Tobacco. I think we need to go up that way just so you can see. (Sidenote: when we travel through Alabama, Georgia and Tennesse, we have never been asked, so they must have some local ordinances where we travel.)
Bones: So, is there a big wall that separates smoking from non-smoking?
Me: Nope. Just a section. Sucks to be the guy who wants to be in non-smoking and ends up on the border between the two.
At this point, Bones has completely stopped in his tracks and is staring at me slack jawed.
Bones: Mom. Smoke... travels. It doesn't stay in one place. How can you just... decide 'This is smoking' and 'this is not smoking' and expect smoke to stay in one place?
And at that, I laughed really really hard and upon running into my husband I said, "I have the funniest story that exhibits generational differences..."
On a sad note... if you are of the praying kind, if you could throw a prayer to a young man we know who drowned yesterday but is on a vent right now, I'd greatly appreciate it. I should say nearly drowned I guess... but coma and water in the lungs... feels like drowning to me.
Children aren't supposed to die. Not like this. We are sick about it... my husband has already been to the Church over it, kneeling and praying that God will watch over this young man and not take him at age 14.
So any prayers and good thoughts are appreciated.
Posted by Boudicca at July 28, 2012 10:57 PM