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    Monday, January 30, 2006

    Viewing The Generation Gap

    When my mother showed up at 6:08 this morning to drop off the puppy, she handed me a little plastic box that looked vaguely familiar. At first I thought it was a receipe box, but when I opened the lid I was surprised...It was our old View-Master set! It seems she came across it while cleaning, and thought my daughter might like it. Since Don't-Talk-To-Me-Before-Dawn-Daughter was not conscious enough to appreciate it at the time, I decided not to share it until she was a tad less groggy. So after school, once she dragged her backpack into the house and flung herself on the sofa, I showed it to her. The conversation went something like this:

    Me: (holding up the red plastic View-finder): "Look what Bammy brought over."
    Daughter: "What is it?"
    Me: "It's a View-finder. You used to have one when you were little."
    Daughter: Blank stare.
    Me: "This one has all the sets I had when I was a kid. Look, there's Peanuts, and Woody Woodpecker, Tom and Jerry, and One Hundred And One Dalmations..."
    Daughter: "I don't know what peanuts are."
    Me: "Yes, you do. Charlie Brown."
    Daughter: "Oh."
    Me: "And there's Bonanza, and another Bonanza, and Raggedy Ann, and Aesop's Fables, Bambi, and Mother Goose Rhymes, and Grimm's Fairy Tales..."
    Daughter: "What is e-sop?"
    Me: "You know. They're stories. Like the Grasshopper and the Ants. And the Town Mouse and the Country Mouse."
    Daughter: Blank stare.
    Me: "The Tortise and the Hare?"
    Daughter: "Like folk stories?"
    Me: "Yeah, but they all taught a lesson. Aesop was the guy who wrote them."
    Daughter: "Oh."
    Silence.
    Daughter: "Who is grim?"

    Clearly I have failed as a parent, because it seems I did not teach this child anything.

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