Mostly True Memoirs
I CAN ONLY HOPE
Today a younger woman asked, regarding The Flintstones, “Which was the boy, Pebbles or Bamm Bamm?”
I’m insulted that she asked.
I’m insulted that I knew the answer.
I’m insulted that she was raised so poorly.
Well, what goes around comes around.
One day someone will ask an equally troubling question about something obvious to her generation.
This moment will come back to bite her one day.
I can only hope.