At Least They're Committed

Demon Spawn sits across from me at lunch and asks the age-old question, “Mom, if you were to live in any other decade, what would it be?”

“I have the feeling I have lived in other decades and I kind of like this one,” says I.

“No, but what would be your favorite?” DS asks again.

“Would I be rich or poor? Because even the rich didn’t do so great and the poor had it even worse.”

“It doesn’t matter,” he says.

“You know I’d be dead in most every generation that came before us and so would your brother,” says I.

“That’s irrelevant,” he says.

“I think maybe I went running into battle and got slashed to bits at the first opportunity  most the time,” I say. “I haven’t been here this long before, I do know that.”

“Not the question,” he huffs.

“There’s disease and pestilence!”

“Off track!”

“And people didn’t bath often in the past. I mean, ew! You know ‘the vapors’ was actually women having to go outside and break wind, right?”

He sighs and sits back in his chair as lunch is being set in front of us.

“OK, WWI,” I toss out there.

“Boring,” he says. And we begin to eat.