RW has spent some time this evening catching up on old (yes, that's old and old) friends on Facebook. Deciding he wished to see a picture of one of those friends, he headed over to our library room to dig out his yearbooks. Finding the one he was looking for, he flipped it open:
"..A whole bunch of dead people in this book."
"Wow, Babe... that's a happy thought", I replied, staring at him, slightly bewildered.
"Yeah well, wait until you get old and you can look at all your dead friends too."
Such optimism, I'm not sure how to handle all the happiness! And by the way, by his comment one would think that he's 92 or something. Really?
