Conversations With a Five Year Old

Lying on the bed with my Grandaughter, I pop in a 90’s movie video.

Watching intently together, a main and important character appears on the screen.

“Ah!” I say, preparing to awe her with my Grandmotherly brilliance, “that’s the Pagemaster!”

“Grandmother!” she exclaims, accusatorily. “Have you seen this movie before?”

“Once, a long time ago, when your mother was a child a little older than you.”

“I mean, did YOU see it when YOU were a child?”

“Honey, this movie wasn’t made, yet, when I was a child. It didn’t exist.”

“Oh,” thoughtfully, “you must have just seen the preview.”