When you were little

Its easy to think your 8 year-old is a little adult; they know so much. Primo can navigate our cable channels much more adeptly than I. He can do harder math. He knows more about Newtonian physics. His ideas for YA fiction are far superior.

Then out of the blue, he'll ask something like: "Mommy when you were a little girl, were there color photos?"

And I'll remember, he's only 8 years old, for crying out loud.