My favorite part was bonding with my son over Charlie Brown’s wit.

“This is from when I was a kid, you know,” I told him.

“Yeah, I can tell.”

“How can you tell?” I thought he’d say something about the animation, or the corny music and ridiculous cartoon dancing. I was wrong.

“You can tell this is old school,” he said, “by the sarcasm.”

“The sarcasm?”

“Yeah. You just don’t get this old style sarcasm anymore.” I didn’t know. “Yeah, like ‘man’s best friend’, that’s classic. You don’t get that these days.”

“What do you get? What would they say in the shows you watch?”

“They’d just say ‘you stupid dog.’”

How did I get so lucky to have a kid so damn smart? He gets it, and me.