I told the kids I had a Pet Rock when I was their age. They thought I made it up.
Then I showed them the exact one I had, on the internet (pictured here), and they laughed so hard they actually fell on the ground.
They have now collected 2 big rocks with the plan of painting eyes for them. Now I hear them discussing their rock plans in the bedroom. “Mine is lava, so it will be a fire type!”
“Sulphur floats! It’s a water type!”
And now they’ve just come out to tell me they’ve invented Rockémon and they’re going to start battling rocks.
It’s cheaper than a Playstation, I guess.