Last night, the wee one and I were playing Just Dance 3. It’s somewhat comical to watch them, but it’s something they love – and I’m all about having them moving around and playing this game, as it’s a real workout. My husband was playing, too, but he put in the injunction that no one could choose “This Is Halloween” as he was sick of the song. Instead, he chose.
As we danced to “Video Killed the Radio Star,” I can see Mister Man’s expression. He’s growing more and more puzzled about something, and I’m pretty sure it has something to do with the video we’re following as we dance….
Mister Man: Mommy, I wish I were an alien like that guy.
Me: Ummm, that’s not an alien, Sweetie. That’s a guy with a television for a head.
Mister Man: (giving me a weird look) Mommy, that is not a tv.
Me: Actually, it is. (because arguing like this with an eight year old is so effective)
Mister Man: If it’s a television and not an alien, then why does he have antennae like an alien?
Wow, do I feel old.
And a few minutes later, he asked, “Mommy, who is Video, anyway?”
When did you first realize you were on the wrong side of a generation gap?