Twenty-Two Skidoo! or I Am No Longer Hep to the Jive

I bought a new car today (a Jeep, actually) and while giving my two sons a ride home, my five year old informed me that, “this Jeep is sick!”  But then, before I had a chance to ask him where he’d learned that phrase, he looked at me with pity in his eyes and slowly said, “Daddy, sick means cool.”  My five year old.  Jesus.

I’ll teach that kid.  When he starts dating and bringing girls home, I’m going to go full-blown embarrassing geezer on him.  “Now you come over here and kiss your old man goodbye.  But bring me some fresh Depends first, you little whippersnapper, you!”