As is typical on Sundays, the dog and I were the first ones up. My son was second--about an hour later.
I asked him if he knew what happened eighteen years ago today. "What was the date?" he questioned. I told him it was 1992. He informed me, "I don't know anything about the nineteens." It was quite sweet and humorous. I chuckled (as did his father when I retold the exchange) and told him daddy and I were married 18 years ago. Now he knows something "about the nineteens."