"Hey who's that, Elvis?"
**Silence**
"That's Brad Pitt." I reply, like duh!
"Who's Brad Pitt?" She asks. "A big pit?" She jokes. . . and then laughs at her own joke. . .and then acts embarrassed when I merely stare at her, wondering when I got so old. "Just kidding." She shrugs.
"He's really famous. He's an actor. People love him. He's really popular." Apparently my wonderment has affected my eloquence--not that I am a big Brat Pitt fan, but still.
"Demi Lovato is more popular." She says with confidence. "At least with kids, anyway." She quickly amends when I raise my eye brows at her.
No, Brad Pitt is not Elvis. . .but he might as well be when you are nine. Right, she's nine, I remind myself. (Does that make me seem less old or more old?) I forget sometimes because she often acts like a teenager and knows all the singers and actors under 25. Clearly Brad does NOT fit into that category!
I guess I should have realized I was getting old when eighties clothing came back in style. I can't help but laugh when I see a teenager wearing leg warmers. . . believing it's a "new" trend! I am only 31. Trends shouldn't come back that quickly--especially the eighties, they weren't that great the first time around! (I can say that because truthfully I was too young to fully appreciate them.)
As for Brad Pitt. . .I guess his days are numbered.
1 comment:
That is hilarious. I must say though that I was very aware of who Brad Pitt was when I was nine.
I guess the Jonas Brothers (if they can't keep there lives straight) will be the Brad Pitt of your girls' generation. ;)
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