It’s around 11.30 PM. My wife was watching a movie in the living room. My kids and I were about to sleep in our room.

The kids were in the middle of some random conversation as I was drinking water. As I finished drinking water, this is where the conversation was.

Daughter: Dad is forty-six years old.

Son: No, dad is not forty-six years old.

Wanting to provide factually correct information, I joined the conversation.

Me: Yes, I am forty-six years old. I was born in 1980. The year now is 2026. That makes me forty-six years of age.

Daughter: Wow, dad. You were born in 1980. YOU BELONG TO ACIENT TIMES. Ha ha ha ha….

Son: Ha ha ha ha. Did you watch Victory Tour?

Me: Which Victory Tour?

Son: Michael Jackson’s Victory Tour.

Me: No

The flood gates opened and a series of questions mocking my age followed.

Daughter: Were you there when Indira Gandhi became Prime Minister?

Me: What?

Son: Did you shake hands with Adolf Hitler?

Daughter: Shake hands with Adolf Hitler. Ha ha ha ha.

Me: I am not that old.

Daughter: Were you there when Vasco da Gama landed in India?

I was still searching for a response as they both burst out laughing.

Son: Have you met the Pharoahs?

Daughter: Have you met Cleopatra and washed Paatrams (Utensils) in her house?

Father: What! This is ridiculous.

Son was about to ask another question. Daughter intervened.

Daughter: Wait. Did you get your degree from ancient Nalanda University?

Me: Total Damage.