Because there's not a page in his baby book for the milestone where he pronounces his parents old for the first time

So the five of us are sitting around the dinner table together, and I mention to Kevin our next door neighbor boy, who had by then been setting off bottle rockets and other small explosives for a solid six hours. 

"I think he's a little young to be lighting fireworks with no supervision, don't you?"  I ask my husband.

"Heck yeah I do," he says, "I didn't get to blow off fireworks by myself until I started high school."  (Because this is how we lay out future rules for our own children, you know.)

And then our oldest child, all of six, chimes in, "Well that was the old days, dad.  These are the new times."

And I realized that for the very first time my child has dated us, and possibly expressed his belief that our rules are mildly archaic.  Something tells me it is only the beginning.

Happy Independance Day (from one patriotic little monkey who will always think her mother is cool, yes?)

(Or not.)

Comments

[BetteJo]

Well my daughter once asked me if they had covered wagons when I was little. Our un-coolness is directly proportionate with their age. :)
Love the Marin pics!

[Nikki]

When he was younger my son used to start lots of questions with 'In the old days when you were little ...'

Marin just gets cuter and cuter.

[Crystal]

Oh my, those pictures are just awesome!

[Tina]

I love the cute pictures! =)