The other day, grandpa had a conversation with his very confident (and all knowing) six-year old grandson. Let’s drop in on the conversation for a moment or two.
Grandpa states, “Does your television wake up each morning at 6:00 with a color bar display on the screen?”
His grandson replies, “Nope. Remember Grandpa, I am not as old as you. Besides, didn’t you only watch shows on black and white TVs?”
Grandpa proudly recalls the American space program and tells his young protégé, “I was there in 1969 watching Neil Armstrong walk on the moon.”
His eager grandson answers back, “I really don’t think you were on the moon with Neil Armstrong because Buzz Aldrin was there instead. You know, landing on the moon isn’t such a big deal. I plan to visit Mars.”
Grandpa pauses for a moment, thinking to himself . . . This young fella has an answer for everything!
Grandpa wanders over to his desk and pulls out a miniature plastic card. He holds up the 3.5-inch floppy disk and tells his grandson, “We used to save our computer data on disks such as this. Pretty amazing, don’t you think?”
His grandson eagerly says, “Wow Grandpa! Now we store information on a cloud.”
His grandson pipes up and asks, “Grandpa, do you have anything else you want to share with me before I go?”
“Why sure!” Grandpa says with a grin. “I remember when the Ford Mustang came out in 1964. It was the hottest and fastest ride.”
“Sounds amazing, but I am looking forward to owning and driving a Corvette when I am a whole lot older. It leaves the Mustang in the dust.” His smiling grandson adds with a cute, little smile (with two missing front teeth).
Grandpa scratches his head, and then he laments with a heavy heart, “I’ve been a Cleveland Browns football fan for all of my life. You should have seen them play back in the 60s.”
His football prognosticator grandson quickly answers back, “Yup, and you’re still waiting for them to play in their first Super Bowl. Go Steelers!”
“I have an old bicycle sitting in the garage. Perhaps we can go for a bike ride this weekend.” Grandpa sighs (he is nearly exhausted).
“Why sure Grandpa. But, do you think your old three-speed bike can keep up with my brand new 15-speed?” The first-grader replies, with a wink.
Later in the day, Grandpa is sitting in his reliable, comfortable rocking chair in the living room. He ponders a thought . . . I don’t know what I am going to do when my grandson becomes a fifth grader. I’ll never be as smart as a fifth grader!