The 30 year old child

PC and I are at lunch discusing Berlusconi and the Italian elections. The Italians have a dubious reputation when it comes to exit polls, so although it seemed that Prodi was home and dry yesterday, one really can't say that today. So we are discussing 3rd world countries and how portugal and spain both recorded coups in the 70's. PC is gisting me of the coup in Portugal in '75 and how it was actualy precipitated by a coup in Angola (interesting). I am like '75 huh? thats the year of my birth' and he looks at me astonished. The he starts laughing. I am looking at him and wondering whats up. 'You are a child!' he ecxlaims. PC likes to feel ancient, always accusing me of disrespecting my elder (mon yaju si agba) whenever we are arguing, meanwhile he is just 11 older than I am. Hardly qualifies him to be calling me child in my books but hey what do i know!