Morgan is our niece. Two days ago, she just turned ten years old. I called to wish her a happy birthday and then passed the phone to Nick so he could greet her as well. This is what I heard:
Nick: Hi Morgan!
pause (obviously, I can’t hear Morgan.)
Nick: Happy Birthday!
Nick: That’s great! What’d you do at school?….You passed out kit-kats? I be your classmates were loving that one.
pause pause pause
NIck: So, ten years old huh? You’re getting old! What’d you get today?
long pauses, Nick is walking around the living room. My eyes (and ears) follow.
Nick: You got a bike? That’s pretty freaking cool.
Nick explodes, “You got a cell phone?”
I hear giggling from Morgan.
“You got a cell phone? Of your own? …Man, I didn’t get a cell phone till I was out of college.”
There you have it. It’s official. When you compare the timeline between yourself and someone who is a decade old when you got your first cell phone, it’s over. We. Are. Old. Farts.