(I'm getting a movie ready for Marianna to watch; it's a VHS she borrowed from my parents. I am fast forwarding through the previews)
Marianna: Stop doing that, Mom. Just skip it.
Me: I can't skip it; it's a VHS not a DVD.
Marianna: It can't skip? Why not?
Me: That's just how VHS works. Did you know this is all I had when I was a little girl? There were no DVDs.
Marianna: No DVDs?! Aren't you glad you've come to the better life where DVDs are all we have? (this is said with mellow-drama and hands thrown up in the air) Mom, were you sad when you were growing up that you wanted to skip but couldn't?
Me: Can you believe I didn't even know the difference? I didn't know what skipping was.
This is where the conversation ended. Evidently we had ventured into waters Marianna couldn't even fathom. But the whole thing made me laugh because I realized how old I'm starting to sound. VHS? I might as well have been from another century instead of a decade as far as Marianna was concerned. So it has definitely started. I'm afraid my age is showing and there is no going back.