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.