Time Tunnel

On Sunday afternoon, the sons of the SJG retreated from the hard work of slowly-emerging-adulthood and slipped through the Nickelodeon time tunnel.  They zoomed  back to the '90s and I went right there with them, watching "Rugrats" and "All That" and "Kenan and Kel."  Back to the days of vocabulary quizzes and carpool.  Hockey practice and basketball on the driveway.  Before texting and learner's permits and why isn't he home yet, it's 2 a.m.  But flashbacks make the SJG utzy.  I can only take so much nostalgia before I over-emote.  "Oh, remember that time when..."  "Oh, it was so cute when you guys used to..."  Danger, Will Robinson.  Don't go there.  Keep it together.  I prefer to nag them in the present:  "Why can't you ever date a Jewish girl?" "Do you not know how to open a dishwasher?"  "Does it bother you that everyone on the planet can see your boxers riding up over your jeans?" "Try not to talk with beer in your mouth."