The Golden Years Are Getting Tarnished

(I’m visiting my parents and we’re talking about our favorite things to do at the state fair. My parents are both in their mid-fifties and like to joke with each other about getting old.)

Mom: “I like looking at all the antiques they have on display.”

Dad: “You don’t need to look at antiques. You have me!”

Mom: “You’re not an antique!”

Dad: “Just junk?”