Fully Grown Realization

(My younger brother and I are in our mid-late twenties, whereas our uncle’s two children are nine (girl) and seven (boy). One this day we’d gone to the older one’s gymnastic tournament and now all of us (our family, uncle’s, and our grandparents) are eating at a restaurant. The younger one has been talking to my brother, who’s a complete troll, at the other end of the table when he circles around to where I’m sitting.)

Cousin: “[My Name], did you hear what [Brother] said?!”

Me: “No, I couldn’t hear from here.”

Cousin: *exasperated huff* “That [Brother]; he acts like he’s a full grown man.”

Me: “He is.”

Cousin: *in wide eyed shock* “Really?”

Me: “Yes.”

(Those immediately around us start giggling.)

Cousin: “[My Name]…” *leans in close and whispers seriously* “…does that mean you’re a full grown woman?

Me: “Yes, I’m a full grown woman!”

(Everyone at the table nearly fell out of their chairs.)