It's Relative

Beautiful Yakushima

One of my sons was asked by a fellow high school student at his rural public school, "Was your mom alive when the world was black and white?"

"What do you mean?" my son asked.

"You know, all the old movies show everything black and white."

When the world was black and white

My son laughed, "What? Do you think the world evolved into color?"

Then he said to me, "Actually, Mom, that boy told me to ask you about it because he said you would know."

"Why me? Why didn't he ask his own mom?" I asked.

"I guess you're much older."

"Am I famously old or something?"

"Well, you are old enough to be my grandmother."

Alas, that is true. But isn't age relative? As I walked past tables of elderly folk into my English class the other day, I overheard a snippet of conversation.

A woman asked, "How old are you?"

Her gentleman friend answered, "Eighty-three."

"Wow! You are still so young!"