Friday night over dinner Devin says, “Hey, did I tell you I joined 2 clubs at school?” Rich and I both said no he hadn’t told us, but we were happy to hear it. (We’re both firm believers in the If You’re Happy Socially, You’ll Do Well Academically principle.)
“Which clubs did you join, Dev?”
“The Futurama Club and the Old School Club.”
OK. The Futurama Club we understand. It’s for people who like the show, Futurama. (To my knowledge, Devn has never even watched this show, but whatever.)
But what is the Old School Club? “Oh, it’s old-school stuff. You know, stuff from the 80s and 90s. Music and games and stuff.” We kind of chuckle and inquire further. Devin explains that they talk about 80s and 90s music, play video games that originated in the 80s, and they’ll watch 80s and 90s movies.
80s movies!! The John Hughes fan club in my head immediately begins shouting and celebrating. Sort of tongue in cheek, I tell Dev, “Well, let me know if you need a consultant.” Totally deadpan, Devin says, “It’s not the Dinosaur Club.”
Rich wanted to go hunting at the crack of dawn Sunday morning, so we went up to the cabin for Saturday evening. Baking cookies has become sort of a tradition for Rich & Grant when we go up there. They did so Saturday night and enjoyed several. Rich was gone when I woke up, but Grant was already up. He came up the stairs and said, “Hi mom, may I have a cookie?” It’s the cabin. It’s vacation. Cookie before breakfast? Sure. “Yes Grant, go ahead.” He lets out a big sigh. “Oh good! I already had one.”
Retroactive culture and retroactive permission.
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