I’m currently in sunny (scorching) Southern California, visiting my in-laws. I always love this trip as my in-laws are fantastic people and they all live in one ginormous, bee-autiful home. I don’t have to travel anywhere in order to see them all, a plus as I was never a California summer-lovin’ girl, even when I grew up here. The other reason I love this trip: I have adorable nieces. This morning, the seven-year-old awoke early to hang out with me and we chatted about vacations.
Niece: It’s hard to sleep on a plane.
Me: Not enough leg room?
Niece: Yeah. When we flew to Florida there was an old man behind me, and he kept kicking my seat.
Me: That must have been frustrating.
Niece: Oh, it was! He was old. He should have known better. And he did it the whole way to Florida.
Me: Did you ask him nicely to stop?
Niece: Yeah. No. I don’t know. He never stopped. He was old. He should have known it was not right and it was not polite.
Me: True. But if he was old, maybe he didn’t realize he was doing it.
Niece: Maybe. He wasn’t so old old, though. Maybe…at least eighteen or nineteen. Yeah, maybe he was too old to know what he was doing.
She’s so wise, don’t you think? It just proves nineteen is the new one hundred.