Adulthood.

[emelbe]

Me: [shows her picture of friend’s young daughter]

Her: What is that? Are those wings?

Me: She’s in a fairy garden.

Her: Why don’t I have wings? Why aren’t I in a fairy garden? Why am I not a toddler?

Me: You know, I keep asking myself that. I am completely out of phase with my peers.

Her: Why am I adult?

Me: …

Her: …

Me: [giggling]

Her: [looking theatrically bewildered]

Me: I’m pretty sure we both need to go to bed now.