Fine. Rub it in.

The juniors were talking today about how old they are and what year they went to kindergarten and how 1998 was so long ago and they're so grown up and old now blah blah blah... At this point, one of them tried to rip on me for being old:
When did you go to kindergarten, Miss Book? Like, '93?

me: '88.

You should have seen the shock on their faces. It was hilarious :)