Kids in 25 years: You've ruined our lives and we'll be in therapy forever!
Me in 25 years: Yeah, well at least I wasn't the mother who drove you around in a minivan with rabbit ears.
(as seen today on the way to Juniorette's school, where yesterday they gave her a peanut butter candy -she's allergic - and then called and told me she was allergic to the visiting duck.)