The other night I was telling my youngest son’s babysitter that I had taken him to pick out his new glasses. She was shocked that I could do that on a Saturday, and she asked me where we went to do it. I said NationWide, and of course they have Saturday appointments. She remarked that, wow, times have changed. She used to have to do that at school during the week. WTF? At school?? Wow, that’s weird.
Turns out she thought I said classes, not glasses.
Sometimes life really is a Three’s Company episode.
On a related note, once when my oldest son was 4 months old, right after I’d watched The Seventh Sign, he made of those baby noises and it sounded just like, “I have no soul.” Creepy.