This morning, while waiting in line I heard something I hadn't in a long time. Dial-up. Yes, a dial-up internet connection. I commented to the lady (who was roughly my age) how our children wouldn't even know what that noise was. Then she laughed as I proceeded to tell her how last night my 8 year old picked up an old rotary antique phone in my office and held the receiver upside down. I have the picture to prove it, and, after a few minutes of pleading, he finally agreed to let me put it on facebook.
Anyway, this is the same phone that my six year old picked up a few months ago, spun the dial and said "look mom I'm texting!" So, I officially dubbed my children "antique-challenged." Get it? Instead of technologically challenged? Yes, I can actually feel myself aging as I type. It feels like deep wrinkles, laugh- lines, and time marching on.