Last night at dinner, my grandma was discussing taking all of her children--my dad and my three aunts--on a cruise next year. She kept referring to the trip as the "adult trip," meaning that all the grandkids--myself and my eight cousins--would be left at home.
"I am an adult, you know," I pointed out to her, waving my cocktail in the air.
"But, gramma, I'm not just your grandchild--I'm also gonna be your lawyer."
"That is true," she agreed.
Overhearing the conversation, my cousin Mike joined in. Mike--by far the tallest and sturdiest of my cousins--had me beat.
"If you take me, gramma," he promised, "I'll make sure none of the others get on the boat."