When did I get old?

I tutor a third grader through America Reads. We chitchat, we read, and we talk about vocab words. I'd love to say that we stay completely focused on reading the stories that are assigned each week, but she is a third grader and there are only so many times you can care about Ramona's New Baby Sister.

During our session today, my student broke into song. "I will survive," she sang. "I will surviiiiiive ... "

"Hey, hey-ey!" I finished for her.

She looked up at me with eyes as big as saucers. "You KNOW that song?"

"Yup! It's a great song."

"Who sings it?"

"Gloria Gaynor."

"Oh." The name seems to go in one ear and out the other. But now we are talking about music and Ramona's sister is completely forgotten. "Do you like Selena?"

"Sure."

"It was sad. She got shot because of her fan club. That was in 1995."

"Yeah, I know. I was alive then."

"You were?" She looks up at me as if she is picturing me singing backup for Selena, probably alongside a pterodactyl.

"Yeah. I saw that movie about her life when it came out in the theater."

"That was a theater movie? Whoa."

Oh, man. You know you're old when movies you've seen in the theater are relegated to TV-only in the minds of the younger generation. Ouch.