Look, I try to be pretty honest with myself.
I like to think that, sure, I'm not cool. But I'm not actively uncool. Right? And while I don't know what it is like to be a tweenager, I have some idea, some point of reference.
But this morning I was reminded that I just don't know anything.
Our oldest gets up early so she has time to practice her clarinet before leaving for school. The plan is, up at 5:45, practice for 15 minutes (four times a week, to get the required 60 in), then come upstairs and get ready for school.
So this morning, she comes stumbling out of her room at about 5:51. Heads downstairs. I hear the clarinet doing some scales at about 5:57. At 6:03 she is upstairs. So I casually throw out a simple question.
"How long did you practice?"
"But you weren't downstairs for 15 minutes."
"It was 15 minutes, I have a timer!"
"Um, you haven't even been out of your room for 15 minutes. It is therefore impossible to have practiced for 15 minutes. I have been awake the entire time and know exactly how long you have been up. It isn't possible for you to have practiced for 15 minutes."
But no admission that I may have, just on the off chance, been right. Gosh I love being a moron.