Elevate To His Level

(My husband and I, who are in our early 20s, are on the top floor of a hospital and get on the elevator. He pushes all the buttons. On the next floor down, other people get in the elevator.)

Me: “I told you not to push all the buttons because someone else would get on.”

(I’m not really upset with him since there are only six floors, but I figured the other people might like an explanation.)

Elevator rider: “That’s okay. My nephew does the same thing.”

Me: “But he’s probably four, right?”

Elevator rider: “No, he’s seventeen.”

Husband: “I told you it’d be okay.”