Trying to get out the door this morning, my seven-year-old son was a little distracted. I think it had something to do with his Godzilla toy attacking a toy police car. I could not get him to stop and put his coat on despite asking him repeatedly.

This prompted me to say "I'm starting to sound like a broken record."

His response [cue laugh track] "What's a record?"

If I were in sight of mirror in which I could see how gray my hair is becoming, I'm not sure I could have summoned the energy to make it out the door. At least not without washing down a couple of Geritol with a nice cold Ensure.

Posted by: Stephen Macklin at 05:45 PM | Comments (1) | Add Comment