We had an appointment after school yesterday, and by the time we headed home, it was almost dinner time. The kiddos wanted to stop and eat, but Dad was waiting at home for dinner with us -- so I told them we were going straight home.
Darling daughter, in all her melodramatic outrage, gasps, "You have no idea what it's like to be growing!"
Yes, darling: when the mothership dropped me, I immediately obtained a full-grown body.
Is it okay for the older half of the generational chasm to roll her eyes?