That old newspaper era...

So, a funny little conversation I had with Alyssa and Sidney a few nights ago:
We were waiting for daddy to get home from work, as we so often do these days, and my ever-thinking girls were asking me questions like "why don't you work," "do you like to stay at home?" "did you ever work before?" So I began to tell them, as I have a few times, of the jobs I've had before.
After giving just a few details about my pre-mom job as an associate editor of a small-town newspaper a few minutes passed and Alyssa had a question for me, about the magazine I worked at. I said, "no, not a magazine, a newspaper." Both of them looked at me blankly, and said, "yeah, like a magazine?" And I said, "well it's LIKE a magazine, but printed on bigger paper and feels sorta different, and I wrote the stories inside of it."
Finally, after much chatter between them, Alyssa and Sidney decided YES, they HAVE seen a newspaper before, they think on cartoons and even a real one at Grandma and Grandpa's house - one time Grandpa was reading one of those newsy papers for some reason.
I was blown away.
For two years in college, and a few years in the real world, that ugly, oversized, dirty paper thing that gave me years of dry skin and stained fingers, that newspaper thingy, that was my LIFE! That was my bread and butter so to speak - and my kids aren't from the era of humans who know about newspapers on a regular basis! We don't get the newspaper here, we have a tv and the internet! I had to explain to them that writing a news story in a paper is just like writing a story for an internet news site. OH, now they get it.
It sorta made me feel old. But at least they know what a magazine is, right?