I do not like being an adult. I make a horrible adult. I demand to be a child again.
- My mama: ~gushing about a fancy glass candy dish she bought today on clearance~
- Me: You are so easy to make happy.
- My mama: I know, I just love pretty things.
- Me: You're not supposed to say that.
- My mama: I don't care, I'm too old to lie.