Feeling older by the century

Mollie was looking at a Winnie the Pooh book and the binding is starting to fall apart. So she asked when the book was made. After telling her "1973," she then asks me "Were you alive in that century?" Are you kidding me?!
"Yes I was hunny."
"Were you a little kid in that century?"
"Yes, hunny." I think I have a few new gray hairs now.