He's Actually 6 Years Old

Preston and I went to the bank this afternoon to discuss our accounts. I consider going to the bank to discuss our accounts a pretty big kid thing to do. I changed out of the super casual clothes I wore to baby-sit this morning, put on eyeliner, and brushed my teeth. I carried my respectable looking purse and smiled politely at the teller as we walked in the door. The lovely woman who helped us asked us to sit down for a minute while she finished something up. We both said "Of course, take your time!" etc. I sat down, smoothed my skirt, and looked over at Preston only to see him fishing through the CANDY BOWL.

With a smile, he triumphantly pulled a purple lollipop out of a sea of yellow and green ones and stuck it in his mouth. I looked at him skeptically and said, "I can't believe you're sucking on a lollipop." He pretended I was invisible.

When the associate called us over a few minutes later, he pulled it OUT of his mouth with his right hand, stuck it in his left hand, and finally shook her hand with his (now free) right one. He proceeded to suck on the purple lollipop for the majority of our meeting. Luckily we had the nicest, most down to earth woman in the whole world helping us, and she didn't seem at all phased by the fact that the almost twenty-six year old man sitting in front of her was sucking on a purple lollipop, but SERIOUSLY.

Plus I was always under the assumption that the bank/pediatrician lollipops are the kind of lollipops that stop tasting good, oh, I don't know, when you're eight? But, then again, this is the man who regularly eats pizza, chicken nuggets, or hot dogs for dinner. For real.

Edit: This picture is hard to see, but it was taken today, at the bank, and if you look reeeallllly closely, you can see that Preston is indeed sucking on a lollipop. I wasn't making this all up.