I'm 42 and I still haven't grown up yet. I'm cleverly disguised as an adult. My poor wife, I love her to death, has had the chore of raising four children by herself. Our three kids, two sons and one daughter, as well as me.
To steal some lines from two of my favorite singers on the subject; I'm growing older but not up, growin' up leads to growin' old and then to dyin' and dyin' to me dosen't sound like all that much fun.