“I rolled my eyes." Has anyone told you you have the maturity level of a four-year-old?”
“You may be gifted, but you have the maturity of 5 year olds.”
“I am only 8 years old, I told myself. No little boy of 8 has ever murdered anyone. It's not possible.”
“Boys are two years behind girls in maturity level.”
“You and your ‘potential’,” I lazily rolled my eyes. “According to you, everyone has it…and no one is living up to it.”
“If ever I was going to listen to a string of swearwords sitting next to a ninety-four-year-old, I'm glad that ninety-four-year-old was my grandfather. Not that he swears a lot. It's just that he can take it. And, he is currently laughing so hard that his eyes are watery.”