Steve was cleaning off his chest of drawers and Sam and I were on the bed talking. She picks up an old cassette tape and here is our conversation:
Sam: "What's this called mommy?"
Me: "A tape."
Sam: "Oh, I love tapes!"
I then picked up a CD.
Me: "What's this Sam?"
Sam: "A CD."
Wow! Are we getting that old already?!?
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