On Saturday night we went out to eat. The following conversation took place on the ride home.
"When we get home, I'm going to bed first." I announced.
"No, I'm going to bed first," Mr. Ashley replied.
"I called it, I said it first. You can go to bed when they do."
"We're not ready to go to bed," little kid said from the back.
"That's too bad, we're ready to go to bed."
Big Kid asked, "Is this what adults fight over these days? Who gets to go to bed first and politics?"
"I don't fight about politics, I don't care. I'm not going to get upset about something I can't change," Mr. Ashley started.
"Don't tell them that! We live in a democracy!"
"Well...I'm just saying..."
"Don't tell them their participation doesn't matter before they can even participate!" I hissed.
"Here I really wanted to be an adult and it seems pretty boring. Seriously, though, what's an exciting adult night like?" Big Kid inquired.
"This was a pretty exciting night for me," I answered.
"Going out for Mexican food and fighting about politics and going to bed?"
"Yep. Good times."
He sighed. "Yeah, great, being a grown up is going to be very boring."
"No! There was a mariachi band at the restaurant--doesn't that count for something?"
Well, I thought it was fun.