The other day I found myself making a joke and feeling thoroughly pleased with my own wit, only to realise that I had just repeated a joke my dad used to make regularly, to much eye-rolling and exasperation from me and my siblings.
This was the moment;
Lewis; Are you thirsty?
Me; No I’m Friday. *grin*
Me; *realisation dawns*
Me; *sobs uncontrollably for four hours, intermittently screaming “It’s not fair! I’m only 22! Cruel world!”*