Isn't it weird how when we run into people we knew when we were kids, it's hard to think of them as grownups?

I KNOW. I still see the guy as that kid that used to sit across the lunchroom with the younger kids, wearing his button-up shirt and tie. It's like I have to counter the cognitive dissonance inherent with seeing him as a *gulp* man but putting him back in elementary.

Hell, I don't even think of myself as a grownup.
Hell, I *know* I'm not a grownup; forget the thinking part.