I’ve spent the last month growing up. First, I had to be an adult and stay home with the baby while the rest of my family went skiing. In all honesty, I didn’t think that would be a problem, but it turns out that I have a mildly adventurous side that doesn’t want to sit in a warm room with cocoa and read while other people are whizzing down a mountain on two sticks. Whodda thunk?
Second, I got a real, live, grown-up soup tureen. So now when I invite you over for soup, I won’t have to serve it out of the pot with a metal scoop. I’m so Martha.
Third, and I feel this is most important, I turned down a dessert. Creme brulee, no less. Okay, I didn’t really turn it down, but I only ate half of it. I’m not usually about moderation, so this step marks a very new, very adult aspect of me. You may applaud.