The following is a fragment of a memory imparted to me by The Wife recently which, try as I may, I can’t quite think of a proper introduction for, but which involves a kid coming to the frightening realization that adults — at least the people upstairs — are really just kids in really big bodies.
As she came back home from some last minute Christmas shopping, The Wife bumped into the 8 year old girl living in the apartment below ours. When the girl noticed the package my wife was carrying — a boxed set of the video game Dance Dance Revolution Extreme — she said (rather loudly, from what I’m told), “Cool! DDR! Who’s getting that?!”
“My 27 year old husband,” The Wife answered.
The girl’s expression went flat, and she looked at The Wife like she’d suddenly spawned a second head.