madmike2
Shtirrenuppenmeister
I have good kids. They aren't that much different than real ones. They can make you feel a little bit moving in time. This story is from one, who like me, is a baby boomer:
At my ten-year-old's request, I loaded my Rolling Stones tunes onto his iPod.
"I had no idea you liked the Stones," I said.
"Sure. I like all that old-fashioned music," he said.
"What do you mean, 'old-fashioned music'?"
"You know," he said defensively. "Music from the 1900s."
At my ten-year-old's request, I loaded my Rolling Stones tunes onto his iPod.
"I had no idea you liked the Stones," I said.
"Sure. I like all that old-fashioned music," he said.
"What do you mean, 'old-fashioned music'?"
"You know," he said defensively. "Music from the 1900s."
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