Yesterday:
I am telling my 13yo about the first computer classes I took. For some reason we had to read this cartoon history of computers and be tested on things like Charles Babbage and punch cards.
"Punch cards?" he exclaimed. "Did you really start writing code using punch cards?"
"No," I said with a teeny eye roll. "And I never rode a pterodactyl to school either."
"Yeah," he answered thoughtfully. "Definitely would have been a woolly mammoth by that time."
Today:
I am tucking in the 5yo, very tired. I roll away to the edge of the bed and he says, "Mama? Turn back so I can see your pretty face." I melt a little inside and turn back to face him. He holds my face in his hands and says, "Your face is so pretty to me. And it doesn't look so old."
Only as old as a woolly mammoth, sweetheart.
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