The Generation Gap

I was taking Erin's parents and assorted other family through our new house the other day.

Our house is old and is filled with interesting nooks and crannies in every room.

Her family nodded approvingly as I pointed out the various features of the home.

We were making our way to the basement when I heard her mother exclaim "Oh, you have a glory hole!"

"Pardon me?"

"A glory hole!" She clapped her hands together, "My sister and I use to play in them all the time when we were little girls!"

I shrugged.

"We used to spend hours in that thing..." She looked up dreamily.

"Uh, Yeah, " I continued, "We'll probably want to keep the kids out of the glory hole."

Sound advice, I think.