There’s a most amusing series of commercials for an insurance company, in which a gentleman runs seminars whose purpose is to prevent young home buyers from turning into their parents. They’re really very funny. In one, they’re guessing at the correct pronunciation for “quinoa”, and in others, he admonishes “You got up early. Nobody cares.” and “The waiter doesn’t need to know your name”. There’s a stage at which we all turn into our parents, sometimes not in our thirties or forties, but for better or for worse, it will happen. Her Ladyship and I are well into that stage.
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