Rachel (somewhat to the tune of Row, Row, Row Your Boat): Grill the cat, Grill the cat, Grill the cat, Grill the cat, Grill the cat,
Shocked Winco cashier: I haven’t heard *that one* before…
Me: Honey, by ‘grill’ do you mean interrogate or bbq?
Rachel (laughingly): uh-huh!
Rachel: Mom, when you were my age, did Grandma read your text messages, too?
Me: We didn’t have text messages..
Rachel: What about when you were a teenager?
Me: Our phones didn’t do that..
Rachel: Oh.. did they only play games?
Some people don’t *get* Facebook. Today my ex let me know that he declined my Facebook invitation to play Candy Crush Saga- and in great detail as to why. As if I had thoughtfully put the request out there.
$#!* just got real.