Grown ups...

So when you're a kid, you have this idea of how you'll be when you're an adult. If you're me, that idea is based on a lot of Sweet Valley High novels (thus at 16, I thought I should be blonde, tall and have my own car. I completely ignored my genetics and the fact that 16 year olds don't get licenses here).

I thought getting to the age I am now (30 *cough*) I'd be different...taller, yes, thinner, yes...and well more grown up. LOL. I never thought I'd be having conversations like the below....

Scene:
Man and I were lying in the dark, about to go to sleep (relax, this is not one of those posts) when I made a comment about Mini, as I am want to do.

Me: Mini is so cute...He's like a little T-Rex with those short arms*

Man: (does a bit of a snort) I know, so cute. T-Rex, King of the T's.

Me: (chuckling slightly) And King of the Coffees? (cue bursting into laughter at my own hilarious joke, as I am want to do...in fact I usually laugh before I say my joke, because my own hilarity gets the better of comedic timing) 

Man: Chuckles. (That's why I married him..he finds my lame jokes funny, or at least pretends to).

Growns up right? Hardly.

Grown ups, apparently

*I know, mean right? But have you ever noticed how short babies arms are in proportion to their bodies? I mean, when they stretch their arms up, their hand practically touch the top of their heads. They're so short and so cute, it kills me every time!

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