The other day I was talking to Evan's friend Ethan while he munched on a couple of cereal bars -- one blueberry, one strawberry (remember that detail) -- in our kitchen:
Eric: "I just can't get over it. If you look at the 1962 Topeka High yearbook you'll see your grandmother and Evan's grandfather. And if you look at the 1990 Topeka High yearbook you'll see your mom and me. And now I look out my window and see you and Evan, born seven days apart, playing together. It's three generations of friends in our families. Really cool, really amazing."
[Pause.]
Ethan: "I think blueberry is my favorite."
1 comment:
"Yeah, yeah. Call me when it's five generations."
Post a Comment