The Generation Crack

It’s a sunny Saturday morning, and I’m with my two girls (eleven and thirteen), at a suburban yard sale. The kids come back to me after looking around.

Me: “See anything you like?”

Kid #1: “There was a cheap MacBook. It was, like, a hundred.”

Me: “That’s really cheap!”

Kid #1: “Yeah, but it’s broken. It’s got some big crack on the side!”

Kid #2: “Yeah, it’s huge! Like, it goes all along the side!”

I walk over to inspect it. I pick up the laptop, turning it over in my hands.

Me: “I can’t see the crack.”

Kid #1: “Oh my God, Dad, it’s right there! Are you blind?” *Points.*

Me: “That’s… a CD drive.”

Both of my kids take a pause.

Kid #1: “…What’s a CD?”

I just sigh, suddenly feeling every one of my years, while the yard sale host chuckles from their lawn chair.