Your brother-in-law and his family are in town visiting, which means your four-year-old has a new audience. And he walks into the breakfast room and makes a joke about how things used to be “back in my day”. And it gets a laugh. So he does it again, and gets a less enthusiastic laugh. And then he proceeds to spend the rest of the morning walking around the house, making different variations of the same tired joke, over and over again. And you wonder briefly where he gets it. But before you can even ask, you’ve already answered your own question. And not for the first time, you wish you were a smoker, so you could take a long, self-reflective drag on a cigarette and then exhale meaningfully while staring into the distance. But instead, you must content yourself with a moody swig of your kombucha while staring into your phone. And as you do, you realize that it’s almost impossible to stay moody while drinking kombucha. And so you respond to your son with your own joke about how things were back in your day. And it gets a laugh.