Tonight’s dinner conversation:
Me: Number 7, let’s do your hair tonight so it’s ready for soccer in the morning since I won’t be here.
Number 7: Where are you going?
Me: To a swim meet with Number 3 and 4. Let me do two french braids. Then Daddy doesn’t have to worry about your hair.
Number 5 : Yeah, cause Daddy’s ponytails aren’t that good.
Number 7: They’re better than Papa’s. Papa’s ponytails are really loose.
Number 4: Grammy’s aren’t. Grammy is like the best in the family at doing hair.
Me: Ummmm… What about me?
Number 4: Well, you’re really good at doing French braids.
Number 5: Mommy, how did you learn how to do French braids? Did Grammy teach you?
Me: No… I taught myself.
Number 4: Yeah, she’s self-taught.
Number 5 : How did you teach yourself?
Me: I can’t remember.
Number 5: Did you watch videos?
Me: No. There were no videos back then. Email wasn’t even a thing until I was eighteen.
Number 5: EIGHTEEN YEARS WITHOUT YOU TUBE???
I would die, Mom.
I thought about telling her that when I was her age there weren’t remotes either, but I’ll save that story for another Friday night.