The other night after work I offered to walk around the neighborhood with Hannah while she took the dog out for her daily poop walk. I figured I would get a little exercise, and have a lovely chat with my daughter, which was, indeed what happened.
When we arrived home I went to throw Chloe's deposit in the trash, so I handed Hannah the key to the house. Hannah looked at my key ring and looked back up at me, how shall I say this...dumbly. She walked over to the back door and started fumbling with the keys and said, "Keys are so OLD SCHOOL, Mom."
"Keys are so old school. They're like records...cassettes...you know...old school. It's not like I don't know how to use it, but why should I have to?"
Huh. Hannah NEVER uses keys. We have a keypad to get into the house. Her comment struck me as funny, then sad. And, it made me feel really old. Again.