A 4-year-old to me: Why don’t you have a baby?
Me: …I don’t know.
4-year-old: Why don’t you have a husband?
Me: …I don’t know…um…well…I’m too young
4-year-old: No, you’re not young. You’re a grown-up.
*We proceed to stare at each other for a solid 5 seconds*
4-year-old: You’re weird. *waddles away*
Me: …………………….*shouts after her* No, I’m not!
That shit’s cold.