They’re Plastic, So They’re Probably Still Around Somewhere

When I was a kid, my younger brother and I were home alone with a babysitter. My brother was five years old at the time. It was the 1980s, and the babysitter was wearing some very tacky plastic bracelets that were the height of fashion at the time. My brother watched the bracelets with obvious fascination.

Brother: “When you die, will I be grown up?”

Babysitter: “I sure hope so! Why?”

Brother: “Can I inherit your jewels for my wife, then?”

The babysitter laughed and wrote down the exchange for our parents to see. She is still alive, though, so I don’t know if my brother’s wife will ever get to inherit those treasures.