Not A Real Adult

I teach Sunday School at my church, Christian Life Assembly, every Sunday; over the weeks I have gotten to know most of the girls but every summer a new set of kids comes in from age five. This years crew brought an adorable six year old with some intense dating advice.
The conversation follows below. We will call her 'L' for little girl and I will be 'B' for big girl.

L: "You're not a real adult." She stated.
B: "What do you mean? I am the right age to be the adult." She replied.
L: "You're not an adult cause you are not married." She added.
B: "Oh." Silence followed.
L: "Do you even have a boyfriend?" She questioned.
B: "No......" a hint of sadness in my voice.
L: "Why not? You should get married today, you should just go up to someone and say, 'Hey, you wanna get married?!' Just go ask him over there. Marry that guy. Or you can marry my uncle. He hasn't gotten married yet. You should meet my uncle." She advised.
B: "Uh, it doesn't really work like that, unfortunately." I tried to reason with her.
L: "Yes, it does." and she ran away to play with her friends.

Since her little pep-talk I have been thinking, I am okay not being a real adult. I am going to build myself a blanket fort and hide out.

Happy Adulthood to me.
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