The other day, Elder received his first paycheck in the mail.
“So, I just go to the bank and tell them . . . I have a check?”
I directed him to the items in the back of his unused checkbook.
He flipped through the rectangular sheets. “Why are there so many checks and so few deposit slips?”
Then when I pointed to the space to list the cash he wanted back, he said, “Why would I want cash back? I have a debit card.”
Every now and then . . .
I feel really old.