My husband and I both look very young for our ages. In fact, we've hardly aged a day since we first laid eyes on each other in college -- at least, that's what we tell each other. But our children have a way of bringing us crashing back to earth.
Recently, my husband and I were discussing a man who was running for public office.
"He's a Vietnam vet," commented my husband.
"What's that?" queried our young daughter.
Trying to answer the question in terms a four-year-old could readily grasp, my husband replied, "Well, honey, that means that the man fought in a war that happened when Mommy and Daddy were little."
Our daughter regarded us both thoughtfully for a moment and then asked, "So, was he a Viking?"