I'm 19 for heavens sake !

I realised today that we never do grow up. Not in the true sense of the word anyhow.
I tried, in a most grown-up, uber dignified way to get out of having to drink milk. . At first I simply told mum I didn't want it in an offhand manner and set the glass on the table.. but she saw right thru that one. So I resorted to telling her that it smelled funny (which it did) and then to claiming that it tasted like turnips (which it might as well have considering I dunno what turnips taste like in the first plc). I even considered making faces and looking zif I was choking on it but I realised that that would be getting rather pathetic .
I tried most stunts in the book and then some but mum actually stood there n supervised me..
And for a very real moment i wondered whether she would now proceed to making me recite multiplication tables like she did back when I was 5.
What I'm getting at is that if you want to get out of drinking milk, asking mum is a sureshot way to having all your plans backfire.
..No..
What I'm actually getting at, albeit in a very roundabout way, is that ,well, we never do attain that nonchalant grown-up air where moms are concerned.