Yesterday I was talking on the
phone with my
mom. She remembered "So it's your birthday tomorrow. The big 21."
I reminded her "Well, it's not really big for me; I don't drink, remember?"
"Well that's not the only reason it's a big birthday, is it?"
"Yeah, 21's special because you're allowed to buy alcohol, so it doesn't really affect me."
"Well it doesn't have to be just that. It means you're growing up, getting more mature." She was fishing at this point. "You're not a teenager anymore."
"Uh, mom, that was 20."
"Yeah," laughing, "I know. Well, happy birthday, anyway."