The other day, I read that the Super Bowl’s organizers booked the Red Hot Chili Peppers for the halftime show in order to appeal to an older audience. This is one of those “Gosh, I feel old” moments.

I really do hope Gen X doesn’t get as insufferable as the Boomers about getting old, and besides, getting old should not be viewed as somehow inherently bad. Some of the most awesome people in entertainment (where youth might as we be actual currency, like Bitcoin) aren’t exactly spring chickens (cough, Maggie Smith).

Of course, then you see some proof that an icon of your youth has marched through time at the same rate as you, and you can’t help but feel the weight of a few years. I’m talking, of course, about the baby on the cover of Nirvana’s Nevermind (h/t Maredith):

Yup, the submerged infant of the 1991 grunge classic is now……whatever age someone who was an infant in 1991 would be now. You do the math.

That’s not all, though. The other day, I noticed a clickbait link announcing “hot pics” of whatever celebrity—I usually ignore these, but this one caught my attention because the subject was none other than Frances Bean Cobain, the other cute infant associated with Nirvana.

Photo by Hedi Slimane, via style.mtv.com

The last time I could remember seeing a picture of her, she was barely past crawling. This officially makes me feel like the creepiest uncle in the universe. Get off my lawn.

(And yes, I’m only 39, but sometimes I feel like a less cranky, considerably less Republican version of Clint.)