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Talk Back Radio...

We used to listen to the radio a fair bit, you know, BC (before children). After they started arriving though, the radio listening habit withered considering - partly thanks to little inquisitive minds and fingers destroying our stereo and various portables until a few years ago we stopped listening altogether.

Then, just recently, we bought Erik and Luey their own radios for their respective birthdays, and around the same time, Dave brought out his one remaining, somewhat mangled, tape deck radio player and set it up on top of the fridge in the kitchen...

In the past few weeks we've listen to a great many fascinating shows and discussions from a lecture on economic sustainability around the world, to traveling writers who had a surprise bundle of joy come join them on the grey trail around Australia... It's been really nice reconnecting with this old, but not yet outdated, form of information dissemination and entertainment.

When we gave the boys their radios, we thought they'd listen to the music stations and it never really occurred to us they'd listen to the talk back...

Then this morning I was having a second breakfast with them boys when they told me they'd both (in their separate beds, with their separate radios) been listening to a discussion about pocket money... U-huh, let me clue you guys in here, just a moment, my boys don't GET pocket money except on very rare occasions...

Apparently, not only does it appear that other children their age get REGULAR pocket money, but they apparently get between $30 and $60 a WEEK! *cue bright expectant eyes*

Hmmmm, yeah, so talk back radio doesn't only appeal to old fogey's like us...

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