So...

We're out at dinner with tcwH, dH, pH, and tbaH. Yup, I just stuck an "h" on tba's name for poetic license.

The darling girl is eating quietly, for which we are thankful as we wolf down our own meals. Our conversations tend to revolve around her when she's there, and even when she's not, because she is such a wonder to watch and she's pretty cute, too.

I mentioned that I let her try my pickle.

What do dh and ph do?

Giggle.

Like little school boys.

dH counters that he said I let her chew on my pickle.

After tbaH asks if I have a "PICKLE".

pH, in true male fashion, denied any gutter residing.

I denied chewing or pickling of any sort.

Keep in mind that this is after discussing ski lift cleavage, anal sex (in reference to texture) and the like.

tbaH noted that we were NOT the adults at the table.

I just kept giggling.

Chew ON my PICKLE!

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How old do you have to be before you're an adult, anyway?

And, how sad is it that I was laughing so hard that snot almost came flying out of my nose?

Which reminds me of my favorite HALLMARK CARD, which I wasted on a bitch of a girl, Alicia, and her poor, nagged boyfriend, Jonny.

When you're with your honey.
And your nose is runny,
YOU may think it's funny -
but it's snot.

I still laugh when I think about that.

Who's the adult here?

Not I, said the goose.