The Good Old Days

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.