I'm old y'all. Old as dirt. Girl Child said so.

It all started this morning, very early, when she came into the bathroom where I was finishing my hair. As she's walking towards me she stops in mid sentence., "Mommy, are you read...?" Pause. Then with utter disbelief, "You're not going on TV with that hair are you?" I laughed and replied in the affirmative. She slowly shook her head in a way that clearly stated, "I cannot believe it! She has certainly lost her marbles..." Her actual words said, "I wouldn't wear that hair on TV to save the planet."
Alrighty then.
Her teacher needs to work on a lesson in Subtlety.

A short time later as we were pulling out of the drive-way, it dawned on Boy Child we were leaving. He raced out onto the porch waving and blowing kisses unabashedly in his skivvies. I opened my door (I am unable to use my window at the moment. Another story.) and gave him the "I love you" hand sign. He blew another kiss and went back on the porch. Girl Child said, "What'd ya throw out?" "Oh, I didn't throw anything out honey. Remember, I can't use my window so I opened my door to stick my hand out and gave Brother the I love you sign," I corrected. To which she replied, "What'd ya throw out is a question Mommy. Like...what sign, what signal did you give your friends? You know...throw out there?"
As the dawning of the phrase fell on me, so did that awful age old feeling that hits all parents sooner or later. "I'm old. In fact, I'm so old and out of it, my 8 year old is more hip than me..."

You know the saying "Ya learn somethin' new every day?" Well, that was not the lesson I wished to learn today.

I am old. Old as dirt. With bad hair to boot.

Love Note to my Big Shooter: I'm throwin' out some lovin' to ya Baby.

Editor' Note: Sorry to get your hopes up about a guest appearance. Apparently, you have to actually vocalize a request. I didn't realize that I guess. Bummer. I'll try again.