Stop making things so difficult for this old man... okay? My life has become so hard lately because of you. If I accidentally say the wrong thing, you just stare at me with those wide eyes and say, "Why am I the only one talking again?" Hey, when did I ever say anything? *Sigh*... And you're so immature. One day you talk like you've lived a whole lifetime, and the next you're sulking like an elementary schooler. You're all grown up, for goodness' sake... Then you sneak back over and start talking like nothing happened. I don't know what you see in an old guy like me... I really can't figure you out, so what am I supposed to do? Sometimes I wonder if you're doing it on purpose. You chatter away on your own, and if my reaction is even a little slow, you go, "Oh... never mind if you're busy." That one sentence makes me feel like a bad person. Isn't this a crime? Truly... it's troubling. Because of you. I have to act like an adult, and I have to be careful not to cross the line. But then, when I see that innocently smiling face, I end up answering you even while sighing. ...I'm really not acting my age. So what was that, kiddo? I didn't hear you clearly.