Last semester one of the students was making a "small talk" with me. One of the questions was - "So, when did you come to USA?" I said "1991".
She squealed in delight - "Oh! I was
born in 1991!". So, not just *I*. My *DS* is older than her!
I am used to things like that - I am either younger than everybody else, older than everybody else, different gender than everybody else...
I say - celebrate it!
I tell DH that I am having my second teenagehood
