Generation...Q?

Sigh, the new generation.

I know I'm not everyone's bowl of punch.  I'm not. You have to take me in tiny sips some times. That's just the way it is.  But these kids.  Oh MY GOD THESE KIDS.

I don't want to say it out loud but are they....useless?  NO.  Not mine.  No way.  EXCEPT, I am like hey kids, go find your cell phone.  And H and T just stand there and stare at each other.  So then I say things, like.... this is how we look for things. We move objects around and look UNDER them.

Now.  I know that every generation has their thing.  And we all acknowledge the thing.  But I am pretty sure that in MY generation, parents left puddles of children in shadows, giving the meanest one a corkscrew just to see what happened.  And it will come around again, as all things are cyclical.  And there is a life cycle, and such.

Someone coined the phrase "helicopter parents", and THIS generation definitely has them. We hover, we research, we collude, we compare (oh my goodness) but this has rendered us...some very intelligent tiny tots with no idea how to innovate.  So when I ask H and T to help me "clean up". They are like but what do you mean?

If it doesn't have a chart with visual aids displaying every tiny detail of life, the kids don't get it. .  .

 And I am like, dudes, you really don't need a visual aid to brush your teeth anymore. You are SEVEN and NINE.  It goes like this. And they are like.. so when you say wake up, what do I have to make my eyelids to do again?

It's like the panic I feel when I realize I only have two memorized telephone numbers in my head and one is a taxi station.  I am like, how come in 1986 I could memorize the phone numbers of all my best friends backwards but now I am like...wait hold on I can not for the life of me remember when I last shaved my right leg.  I need.. the visual... aids...