Older than the hills

I'm sure you've all got stuff lying around that should have been thrown out a long time ago. Do you remember the kinds of head phones we wore as teenagers on the school bus thinking we were all that?

Today, my children and I were racing out the door to violin lesson. I had the grand idea to grab my laptop so my son could play some games during the hour-long lesson. Oh, and he would need headphones. We actually have little ear buds all over the place, but I couldn't think about that at a time like this, so I just grabbed the nearest thing - my husband's old, very old headphones.

As you can see, I really want you to have the picture in your head of these headphones. This story isn't even that funny, but when I told my husband about it tonight, we did one of those laughing-so-hard-no-sound comes out kind of thing.
As I pulled the headphones out of my computer bag to hand to my son, noticed crumbly black stuff was coming off in my hand like crazy. I wiped the black crumbles away quickly before the violin teacher might notice. The computer was on a little table and my son happily put the headphones on him and was content throughout the lesson. When I peeped over at him halfway, he had black foam crumbles all over his cheeks and shirt. The headphones were shedding. It was quite a sight. There was black crumbly stuff on the floor (I did manage to pick up the bigger pieces to throw away). Anyway, I wish I could have snapped a picture of my son, with a black beard of headphone foam. Then I know you'd laugh.

He didn't have a clue, by the way.