I spent last week in Ohio visiting my parents. As a Christmas present, my brother had sent Mom Windows 7 for her computer, and my mission, should I choose to accept it, was to install it for her. I was going to do it in the afternoon, but I decided to put it off until after we got back from the movies and dinner. So when we got home around 9:00, I started doing it, and it ground away, telling me that the upgrade would take “several hours.” I was in Mom’s little study, and after a while my folks went to bed. I was writing away on my own computer, checking occasionally as her computer re-booted every so often. Around 11 Dad came out of their bedroom in his pajamas and said, “When are you going to bed?” I had an immediate flashback to being 15 and being busted for sneaking down to watch “Mission: Impossible” on Sunday nights.
You are always 15 to your parents, even when the three of you go to the movies and you all get senior citizen discounts.
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