I'm old!!!

The other day, my son asked me, if I had a compass he could use.  That is, a compass to make circles with, not one of those things that points you north.

I did have one of those and directed him to where it was: In the basement, top right drawer of the desk. (Yes, I am the most organized disorganized person I know. My basement is part mess-o'-boxes - and part über-organization.)

When he came back upstairs, compass in hand, he was looking at it sort of puzzled and he asked: "Mom, is this compass so old that it's still from West Germany?"