And it's all my fault. Somewhere I've done something horribly wrong. Or maybe the real problem is that I haven't done something. Yeah, I'm thinking that's it. I have neglected to teach them a.) what cool things some things really are and b.) the proper response when some of those really cool things are found at a yard sale for only three stinkin' dollars.
This is a situation that needs immediate attention so here is lesson one.
When your mother is positively giddy because she and your father found and bought a well kept Polaroid you do not stare at her blankly and say,
"What's a Polaroid?"
And when your mother looks at you, the supposedly more hip and cooler older sibling, to confirm the awesomeness of the yard sale find you do not get that* look on your face and say,
"Isn't that the camera that gives you the picture right away? Haven't we moved past that?"
*I can't really describe that look. It's not rude of disrespectful or anything. It's just that look. It's something that one has to see and experience to fully understand but if you have a teenage daughter then you know exactly what I'm talking about.