It’s my birthday tomorrow.
I consider myself young.. or at least I did until I talked to my kids this morning!
They were downstairs having brekkie and I was upstairs.
The 6 year old shouted up to me “Mammy? Were you born in the olden days?”
I said “No, not the olden days. I was born 34 years ago”
The 7 year old piped up “That’s the olden days Mammy.”
I said “Well, the olden days to me is when they didn’t have any electricity or anything.”
Dug myself a hole there.
I got bombarded with all sorts then from the two of them.
“WAS there electricity back then?”
“Did you have a telly?”
“Was there cars?”
“Did you see the Titanic?”
“Were there shops?”
“What about books?”
“Did you have toys to play with?”
I answered yes to all the above (bar the Titanic, obvs!!!) and the 7 year old said “That wasn’t really the olden days then”
Thanks kids! If you need me I’ll be over here dipping my head into a bucket of anti wrinkle cream…