It was a Sunday. The role of "mean mom" fit me perfectly as I tried to make the Sabbath different from the other days of the week. I suggested an electronic-free afternoon, and the moans that followed were pitiful. I was not deterred, however, and encouraged a peek into the depths of the toy and game closet to find something that had, perhaps, been forgotten or ignored in the recent past.
I thought nothing more of it as I prepped in the kitchen. A glance in her direction captured my attention and made me smile.
For a good 20 minutes she was content as she ventured back to the early 1970s and her parents' childhood. Perhaps not vintage, but definitely dated.
Next Sunday we're pulling out Francie and Skipper.