I’m at that weird age where every younger person I meet makes me realize how much l've aged, and every older person I meet makes me realize I'm still a baby.
When I was 3, I was convinced that my parents kidnapped me, and I never shut up about it. For example, if we went to a store, I’d claim the salespeople were my real parents, and I was kidnapped when they put me on a shelf to work.
My mom was eventually fed up with this story, so she showed me an ultrasound of me in her stomach, and said “I was pregnant with you, so *I* am your mother!” and for some reason that was enough proof for me to believe her??? Wdym a random picture of an ultrasound fetus was good enough proof of our kinship???