So, I'm an idiot?

"Mom, I got in trouble at school today."

Oh-yeah? What happened?

"I was standing around talking at lunch. All of a sudden, this girl runs up to me, jumps on my back, and bites my neck! It left a mark."

Hmmm...

"Okay, son. Reality check. I am over thirty. I went to public school. And you ain't all that. So, tell me the truth.

Then the truth of the matter comes out. (I kind of wish it hadn't.)

Another example:

"Mom, I have to shave my legs before we go."

Why do you have to shave your legs? You're just going to the rest home.

"But I can't go with hairy legs Mom!"

My thought is...Why?
The people there are at least sixty, most older. You will be playing Bingo, not beach volley ball. Hopefully, you aren't trying to impress one of them! So, where is the urgency in shaving your legs before you go?

Apparently, even though I have a diploma and higher education, my children think I'm an idiot. I look back grudgingly to the time when I thought the same of my parents.
This phenomena starts early, too. Kindergarten even.

"Can I take my pocket knife to school, Mom?"
No Johnny. The school will get mad about that.
"But Mom! Mrs. Prunie said we have to keep our pencils sharp!"

Although the examples get better with age, most of the time I can tell when they are idioting me.(If their lips are moving, there is a good chance you are being idioted.)

And so the battle rages on generation to generation; the idiots vs. the know-it-alls. I look forward to the day when I promote from idiot to 'you were right' and my know-it-all becomes the idiot.