"I'll love broccoli when I'm five"

Russell uses his young age as an explanation for why he doesn't do certain things.  Let's see, like eating broccoli.  He says to me, "Mom, I'll love broccoli when I'm five."  He says this with absolute conviction, like he really believes what he is saying, like five is this magical number that will transform him into a broccoli loving being.

Well, this weekend I celebrated my 27th birthday.  I don't know what kind of magical number 27 is,  but somewhere along the way I started liking broccoli.  Maybe the child knows what he is talking about.  I remember thinking like Russell when I was a kid.  I was convinced that with the title of "adult" came the mastery of certain things.  For example, adults can swallow a whole handful of pills.  I'm proud to say that I've graduated from  mashing my medicine up and swallowing it with a spoonful of sugar to being able to swallow one single capsule (yeah, a capsule...see, I'm an adult!) with a swig of carbonated soda pop.  Adults can whistle really loud by sticking two fingers in their mouths.  And even cooler than that, adults can roll their "R's."  Adults know how to drive a car with a manual transmission.  Side note about the stick driving thing.  It hasn't happened for me yet simply because I haven't been able to practice.  The only manual cars we've owned have always been too near their deaths yet still too valuable to our family for me to expedite their deaths while learning.  That's what all the adults keep telling me, anyway.  :)  Adults are not afraid of riding escalators.  I don't know what my problem is there but at the rate I'm going with mastering this skill,  I'll be the age where I'll be needing an elevator anyway.  At least my mom, who has "tripping all over herself" escalator issues as well, will be with me in the elevator.  Thanks for staying young with me, Mom!  :)

So to staying young and getting older too!  And to being 27...and NOT quite being an adult...just...yet!