How I Know I'm Old

After Andrew and I got married in December, I suspected that we were getting old. We started sleeping earlier, playing board games instead of ordering cable so we can watch our TV, and spending a lot of our free time with other married or engaged people. But I was okay with that, considering I kind of saw it coming. However, I did not expect this morning.
I was sitting in my boss's office, grading a freshman paper, when I started to feel like kids these days don't know what it means not to have everything handed to them as soon as they ask for it. The reason I thought this, you ask? The particular paper I was reading was all about a student who wrecked the car his parents bought for him, and a few months later, what did his parents do but buy him another car?
What the HECK?
I don't understand kids these days, and I really don't understand parents these days. One day, when I'm ready to face the fact that I am becoming a little like my mother, I'll elaborate.

P.S.: Happy 23rd, Bebbe .