Fall Into The Gap

…The generation gap, that is.

After dinner conversation. Scene: My mom, Kate, and I sitting around the table.

Mom: “Kate told me that Jeff saw some kids beating up on another kid—or maybe more than one other kid—in the church parking lot this afternoon.”

Kate: “What are you talking about, Mom? No one was beating anyone up.”

Mom: “I thought you said they were stoning him or something?”

Kate (laughing): “No, Mom. Jeff saw a group of kids getting stoned in the parking lot.”

Mom: "Oh, well, you know, stoning and churches go together. Hahaha!"

Me: “Hahahaha! I’m SO blogging this!”