This afternoon Quinn asked me, "Mom, what kind of candy bar did you like when you were younger that's not around anymore?" To which I replied, "Well, pretty much everything that I liked when I was younger is still around. I'm not that old, you know." This was my attempt to re-educate Quinn on how being 40 something is the new 30 something. Right? (Even though 30 something is probably still considered old to a 10 year old.)
"I mean when you were a kid. What did you like when you were a kid?" he insisted.
Pause (on my end).
"Then the Marathon bar. It had braided soft caramel covered in milk chocolate and was delightful."
Ah, I guess no matter how I play it, old is old to my son, and that I am. Even the wrapper has a .15 cent price stamped on it. When was the last time you've ever seen a candy bar for 15 cents, if ever? Just thinking about the Marathon bar makes my mouth water. I know it wouldn't have crossed my mind had Quinn not come up with the wicked question.