That's What a Crowing Hen says. . .

The other day I was helping my son set up his new phone. He was doing the technical work, I was just reading the numbers he needed to punch into his phone.

"Now, type hashtag 1 2 3 hashtag." I said quite confident I'd called the # symbol the correct way. For the life of me I couldn't remember the word "pound" at that moment.

No response, so I turned my head to see if he was paying attention. Then I saw the smirk on his face and his headshaking.

"What? Did I say it wrong? Or do you just find it funny to hear your mother say hashtag?"

He puts down his head and shakes it slowly, I know he is just trying to keep me from seeing his eyes rolling and controlling his desire to giggle.

Nothing makes me feel older than when my kids laugh at my use of modern language. I guess it's a little like hearing a hen crow.