Your six and a half year old comes home from school saying, “we learned a new dance in gym today.” That’s not the part that made me feel old. You remember how in gym class you learned how to do the Bus Stop, and square dancing? That’s what I thought she would say. But, no. “What kind of dance?” I stupidly asked… “The Macarena!”
I told her we danced that at our wedding. She thought that was hilarious. I, however, did not. I just felt, really, really old.
And kinda dorky.