A little girl at work today boldly introduced herself to me as her parents were deciding what to buy…
Her: “What’s your name?”
Me: “Ashley, what’s yours?”
Her: “Abby. How old are you?”
Me: “That’s a pretty name. I’m 22, what about you?”
Abby: “Oh so you’re a grown up. I’m 5”
Me: “Yeah, I don’t feel like a grown up though!”
Abby: “But you are one!”
YES THANK YOU FOR THE STAUNCH PERSISTENT REMINDER LITTLE GIRL, I DON’T WANT TO BE A GROWN UP IT’S NOT REAL YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND I FEEL LIKE I WAS YOU JUST YESTERDAY
*insert peter pan image*
i asked my italian grandfather if the rough parts of italy were called the spaghetto and look at me w/ so much shame
(via cosmic-nine-year-old)




