age

Yesterday, on the way home, Patricija was swaying and singing along to the music she was controlling.

“Mom, do you know someone called Eminem?”

And even though I usually don’t recognize the people she’s into these days… this one (yay!) I do, so I nod in agreement.

“Really? And how do you know him?”

I tell her that in my teenage years, I used to move to his songs at school discos too.

Silence fills the car.
“So you’re saying Eminem is THAT OLD?????”

I burst out laughing.
“Yes, your Eminem is just as old as I am,” I laugh.

Her little face clouds over.
“I thought rappers are like 20 or at most 25.
But definitely not 38.
I mean—what kind of rap is that from such an ‘old fart’?”

When we get home, I Google it.
Eminem is 50.

I feel better.
After all, I’m waaay younger than Eminem himself.

V.

#mydailylife