So tonight we took young Spemma to church with us. As we were sitting on the pew before church began, she ruffled Mama’s Boy’s hair and basically messed it up. And then a three way conversation commenced. The conversation was between Spemma (18), me (40), and Melissa (38).
Me: Hey. You are messing up his Robert Redford hair.
Spemma: Who is Robert Redford?
Me: What?! Who is Robert Redford? Come ON.
Me again: The Natural?
Spemma: The What?
Me: Oh, forget it. Horse Whisperer? No, you wouldn’t know that one.
Melissa: Oh, he was in a broadcast news movie with Michelle Pfeiffer somewhat recently. She might have seen that one.
Spemma: I don’t know who Michelle Pfieffer is, but I did watch a broadcasting movie one time.
Me: Oh, for crying out loud. You don’t know who Michelle Pfieffer is either?
Melissa: I’m going back to my bench where I don’t feel so old.
Sheeeeeee.
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Don’t feel too bad. I’ll never forget the moment I actually felt old. We had some teenagers over to our house for a get-together and they were looking at my records. (This was 1986). One of them saw my Beatles albums and said, “Yeah, I’ve heard of them. We read about them in our history book.” I almost died.
I want to point out that Robert Redford is looking pretty old! He is one big wrinkle. Fortunately I can’t see my own wrinkles unless I put my reading glasses on so I don’t look nearly as wrinkly as him!
Spemma can simultaneously sling chicken while being stung by bees and conversing in Spanish, but she falls way short when you she tries to converse about cultural icons. Alas.
Why am I the only person to ever be mentioned in your blog without a code-name?