You know it's a good day when it begins with a gut chuckle and an experience that is going to have a smile on your face for the rest of the day. That is how my day began as I was taking the grandgirls to school.
The commute to school with two grandgirls and myself in the cab of my small pickup truck is always unpredictable. One never knows what the dynamics are going to be between siblings, and the space is crowded and cramped if they decide to be physical.
The trip was uneventful until they decided to have a "hashtag" conversation. That is an off-shoot of tweeting, and every comment begins with that word. "Hashtag be quiet." "Hashtag I don't have to." "Hashtag I don't care." Just imagine that for a couple of miles in a very small vehicle. I asked them to stop and, of course, that was unsuccessful. Finally I said, "Hashtag settle down." There was a drop-dead silence, then embarrassed giggles before the older one said, "Somehow that just doesn't sound right coming out of your mouth, Gramma." The laughter rolled out of me, and the stage was set for my own hashtag comments. We were all laughing as I dropped them off at the school door.
Electronics is not my niche so I am fairly clueless as to what is current and up-to-date in that realm. I rely on the grandgirls to turn their respective televisions on and off, I only learned about FaceTime two nights ago, I have a "stupid" phone rather than a smartphone, and I have a sparse idea of what Twitter is and the correlating hash-tag. The girls know that so the grandgirl's comment was spot-on.
I had my own generation gap experience today, but it was a fun one. I know I'll be smiling over this one not only today but for a long time to come.
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