Technology sure is making it evident how quickly things are changing.
Yesterday I walked into the kitchen and heard part of a conversation between my husband and Number 2.
Number 2 was trying to explain a picture he saw on facebook or someplace on the internet.
It was one of those “then” and “now” pictures.
“On one side, there was a picture of an iphone,
and on the other side –”
I waited for him to explain a phone along the lines of this:
and then he said,
“and on the other side,
it was a FLIP PHONE!!! BAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”
Ugh.
But it’s not just the technology.
It’s food too.
The other day I bought a watermelon.
It was super cheap.
I thought I had scored such a bargain.
Then I cut it open,
and it was full of seeds.
No wonder it was so cheap.
I didn’t really care.
But the kids had never seen a watermelon with seeds in it before.
When I was a kid we had fun spitting those suckers out.
Having contests.
Watermelon eating and seed spitting went hand in hand.
Well Number 3 saw the inside of that watermelon and yelled,
“What is wrong with that watermelon?
I AM NOT EATING THAT.”
He wanted me to pick every seed out.
Which I refused to do.
And he, in turn, refused to eat it.
But the real kicker for me was the carrots.
I always buy the 5 pound bag of baby carrots from Costco.
They are a staple in this house.
Not too long ago, I decided to buy regular, old school carrots.
You know, these:
The bag of them was on the counter.
Number 4 came into the kitchen, took one look at them, and yelled,
“OH MY GOD, MOM! COME AND LOOK AT THESE CARROTS!
THEY’RE HUGE!!!
The flip phone doesn’t bother me so much.
But the fact that my kids don’t know what a fucking regular carrot looks like kind of disturbs me.
It’s time to get back to the basics.
Time to plant some lettuce.
Because now that I think of it,
I’m sure my kids think that stuff grows pre-cut,
in its own plastic bag.
VOTE! VOTE! VOTE! VOTE! VOTE! VOTE! VOTE! VOTE! VOTE!!!
Irene C. says
My mom took me to Europe to visit her parents when I was five. All the eggs I had seen up to then were white and the only eggs you could buy in my grandparent’s town were brown eggs. I refused to eat anything with eggs for the two months I was there.