I carry a little man around on my back. I am responsible for both providing food and wiping butts at regular intervals. I am - heavily - relied on by two tiny people who yammer at me all day. "Mum! Mum! Mum! Mumumumum!!!" until I hear myself echoing the empty threat of my mother: "No more 'MUM'! I'm going to change my name!"
They give me the same strange look that I used to give her. For all of these reasons (and more...so much more)...I am, officially, grown up.
Here's how this grown-up (who also happens to be ever-so-slightly color adverse) wears neon: