I did the mature thing and called her “crusty” and “dusty” as well. I mean, when in Rome…

Then she called me, in her most disdainfully sarcastic voice, “You fifty year old!”

I’m not 50! And I told her so. Then my son ratted me out and said I was 49. So she repeated her claim and then went on to say she’d rather be dusty and crusty than almost 50.

Kids are so mean!!