And just like that I'm not cool anymore

Rascal skinned his knee today. I hugged him and bent down to kiss his owie.

"Mama! Dat agusting! Is grooss!" He wiped off my kissy vigorously and then leaned over and kissed it better himself. I guess I must have cooties.

Later on, I was goofing around with Tweenie. Usually she loves when I act outrageously and over-emote. Unfortunately (for me), during my little performance I used the word grody. Not only did she not know what that meant, she gave me the most elaborate eye-roll I have ever seen and then buried her head in her hands.

"Mom, seriously."

D-oh!

Now I'm doing it to myself, see?