In the car today, the discussions moved to talk of when Mom and Dad were young. You know, the olden days.
The middle child, for some reason, asked if Clifford was on television when I was a little girl.
"Well, no, baby, it wasn't, because..." I prepared to explain that the books had been written, but no one had put it on TV. But she already had the answer.
"Oh, I know why, Mommy. Because there was no television when you were a little girl, right?"
Yeah, the olden days.