I’ had been asking the same question for five years even though they’ve only been able to answer it for the past two.

“Fine,” Bridget said.

Which is the same answer she give every day.

“What did you do?” I asked.

“Played outside, napped,” Isaac said.

“Was it fun?” I questioned.

Bridget interrupted with one of her own questions. “What did you do when you went to preschool?”

I answered without thinking. “I didn’t go to preschool.”

“What,” Bridget said in total disbelief. “Where did you go to daycare?”

Filled with guilt, I answered. “I didn’t go to daycare either. My mom didn’t work.”

“What did you do all day?” Isaac asked.

“I played with the kids in the neighborhood,” I replied.

“Other kids’ moms didn’t work either?” Isaac asked.

“Yep, almost everyone’s mom stayed home when I was little,” I replied.

“That’s not fair,” they said in unison.

I believe that they are right. It’s not fair.

I do think it’s a lot tougher growing up today

than it was 35 years ago. 

I checked to make Bridget and Isaac were buckled in the car before I drove away from daycare.