Growing up is when we stop looking for someone else to do what we can do ourselves. Do what you wish people would do. Be who you wish they would be. Every toddler can point fingers. Grown ups take responsibility. The novel concept of our day: grown ups acting like grown ups.
*me at Christmas*
Someone: hey
My brain:
Don’t say it
Don’t say it
Me (in slow mo): Howdy doo, this is Pete Mccallister, the father. I’d like a hotel room, please. With a large bed, a tv, and one of those little refrigerators you have to open with a key. Credit card? You got it.