Vintage

The minds of 3rd graders amaze me at times. Last year my sister-in-law decided to pick up and move off to Utah for the ski season. She decided to put all her stuff in storage and get rid of items she no longer needed. Once such item was a green hat similar to something seen at the Kentucky Derby atop some wealthy woman's head. My daughter saw the hat and asked if she could save it from the landfill. It sat in her room for months until her school had crazy hat day. I really didn't hear much about the day at school wearing the hat, but later that week a story filtered back that was hilarious. Upon entering a third grade class a few students commented about the decoration my loving daughter was displaying. She told the class with a beaming smile that her aunt gave it to her and it was vintage. The class labeled my daughter with a nickname of vintage. This is now a word that had been stricken from the Fox vernacular. The mention of vintage can illicit tears quicker than a viewing of Bambi's mom getting blasted.