This afternoon, on our way to visit some friends whose pool we use just because we can, Ben and I stopped off at the shop to pick up a bottle of wine to take as a thank you.
As Ben got back into the car he mentioned that the staff of the particular bottle shop we had stopped at are...well let's just say he called them something that I can't mention here. That started a conversation about how, nowadays, in the age of the casual twenty four hour workforce, no one is an expert in what they do. They care less about knowing the product they sell than they do about earing time and a half on Sunday. That then led us to talk about a program we watched on TV about a Mongolian tribe and communism and about the downfall of the younger generation (because we are eternally old now).
From the backseat Henry says "It's a conspiracy man!" as though he alone knows the politics of world operation.
Of course this is a line from the Cars movie. Words uttered by George Carlin who is the voice of Filmore, a petrol sniffing, early sixties Kombie van, but Henry happened to repeat it right when it matters.
Our son, he's already waving the red flag. We've raised him right and for that moment we believed he was capable of becoming the leader of the Labour Party before he starts prep school.
Sunday, February 10, 2008
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That is so cool. Henry will one day make the world a better place.
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