You know you're getting old when the party pack of chips you just bought is smaller than the only pack mom could buy and the normal pack is smaller than the amount she mashed in your lunch box.
About that lunchbox your kids stole after you proudly carried it to work for a decade that their kids just stole because they are tired of begging for a new one every year.
It's all in my imagination that things weren't better built when I was the kid right?