I had this conversation with one of my kids recently:
Her: "This thing is gas!"
Me: "Gas? Why are you talking like your grandpa in 1965?"
Her: " What are you yapping about? They don't know what 'gas' means!"
Me: "You wanna bet? Ain't you ever heard that Rolling Stones song? Jumpin' Jack Flash, it's a gas...?'
Her: "Bruh..."
Me: "Don't shoot the messenger."