You Know You're No Longer A Kid When...



Just one peanut butter and jelly sandwich doesn't do it any more.
Driving a car doesn't always sound like fun.
The average ten-year-old doesn't have a clue who Bo and Luke Duke are.
Being bad is no longer cool.
You have friends who have kids.
Saturday mornings are for sleeping.
You are taller than the slide at the McDonald's playland.
Your parents' jokes are now funny.
You have once said, "Whatch-you talkin' 'bout Willis?"
You have owned, and since disowned Michael Jackson's Thriller.
Christmas starts to piss you off.
You would rather wear your dirty clothes again, 'cause mom is not there to do your laundry anymore.
Two words: parachute pants
Naps are good.
Hitting girls is no longer considered flirting.
You no longer do the "pee pee" dance.
You have onced deemed Space Invaders as "The best game ever".
When you know that the machines in gas station bathrooms don't dispense balloons.
When things go wrong, you can't just yell, "Do-over!"
Playboy's Playmate of the month is younger than you.
The only thing in your cereal box is...cereal.
You actually buy scarves, gloves, and sunscreen.
Your idea of fun parties now include Chips 'n' Salsa and Snapple.
You leave concerts and ballgames early to beat the crowd.
You WANT clothes for Christmas.
You don't want a Camaro becuase of the insurance premiums.
You remember when Saturday Night Live was funny.
You've bought an albumn on vinyl.
You remember seeing Star Wars when it first came out.
You no longer do your Christmas shopping at Spencer's.
Someone says, "My dad can beat up your dad", and you agree.
Receiving mail is no longer fun.
You actually choose to clean your room.
Ten dollars is not a lot of money anymore.
You own a garden hose.
You have more than the front door key on your key chain.
The music you grew up on is now bottled up on a three CD set and sold on an infomercial.
Malls aren't fun anymore.
The phone rings and you hope it's NOT for you.
You watch the news.
In the morning, you have to stand back 3 feet to take a whiz.
You resemble Homer Simpson.
You own jumper cables.
You know what an "all-skate" is.
You pass up Toys-R-Us for a furniture store.