It's really a matter of perspective, isn't it?

We had dinner outdoors this evening. A warm afternoon, a beautiful breeze and a simple meal; very pleasant.

The Wee Lassies are actually quite civilized these days. They put their napkins in their laps, (mostly) keep their elbows off the table and only chew with their mouths open about 50% of the time.

As we enjoyed the moment, Claire offered up this conversation starter:

"I learned something in school today about the olden days."

"Really?" says her father. "What was that?" I'm thinking she's going to talk about feudalism, or something along those lines.

"That there used to be this stuff called Styrofoam. And it was really bad."