Your child hears the YMCA skit in the new Despicable Me movie and shouts out “Mummy! It’s confused.com” because she has NO IDEA it’s actually a song.
You watch your child stare at a can of Coke with a removable ring-pull for several minutes before giving up and handing it to you, saying, “I don’t know how to do these old-fashioned ones.”
You wish they’d stop inventing new phones long enough for you to learn to actually use the one you already own.
You explain to your child that Roald Dahl was your age when you were a child and they reply, “Oh, does that mean he was a Victorian?”
You read a thread about teenage slang and realise you can’t get away with using a single one of the examples without looking ridiculous.
Your child sings a song about Marylin Monroe. Ten minutes later she says, “Who’s Mary Money-Row?”
You get into a 20 minute argument over the existence of black and white television. You resort to using YouTube to win the argument.
You respond to 50% of your child’s questions about how this or that technology works with an answer that involves the words “magic” and “pixies”.
The idea that you are older than Disneyland Paris prompts a “SERIOUSLY?” so incredulous that it’s borderline insulting.
Your child no longer wants a nap, but you’d KILL for one.
