Conversation with Kathleen on the way home from school today:
Kathleen: “Can I have a snack when I get home today?”
Me: “Sure. What do you want?”
Kathleen: “A granola bar. It will be just like the good old days!”
Me: “The good old days?”
Kathleen (in a tone of dismissive incredulity): “You remember . . . The beginning of the school year?”
Me: “Yes, I remember.”
Weirdest thing about the conversation? Kathleen has a granola bar EVERY day after school.