I mean, back in the 80s when I was a kid, all our photos were in colour, unlike my parents' — so I had good reason to believe their days were all dreary shades of ebony and ivory.
My kids are just trying to wind me up. And it works.
This week I pulled up at the supermarket and began to wind (another old-fashioned term) the windows down while I ducked inside to grab something.
"No, just put it down a little bit," said the oldest, pushing the button to slide his window back up. "I don't want anyone to see me."
Quite what he's embarrassed about is beyond me, although I could relate and said as much.
"I used to be like that when I was a teen," I told him. "Nearly everything shamed me out, but we didn't have tinted windows to hide behind like you do."
"That's because your whole car was just white," he retaliated.
I couldn't even wrap my head around that one but knew he was having another dig so quickly jumped out of the car before I could take the bait.
Young people these days, the cheek of them!
One of the 13-year-old's NBA clips was accompanied by a song from back in the day which was ringing out through his phone from where he had taken up his usual residence on the couch.
Involuntarily, I began to sing the words from the kitchen, which seemed to get his attention.