New Heights Of Maturity

(My boyfriend and I both work full-time. As such, we don’t cook as often as we probably should. We also have a running joke about being either big kids or grown-ups, as we do either ridiculously childish or run-of-the-mill household things. Tonight we team up and make a big pot of jambalaya so that we have a good dinner and ample leftovers for later. He does the prep work before I get home from my job, and I do the actual cooking.)

Me: “We made food! We’re big kids!”

Boyfriend: “I don’t know about that.”

Me: “We’re like big kids?”

Boyfriend: “Eh…”

Me: “We’re taller than the average children?”

Boyfriend: “There you go!”