adultsitting

My friend Deborah came over last night to watch Max so that Nate and I could go out. We've had people watch Max before, but this was the first time someone came to our home. It reminded me of when I, as a teen, used to babysit others' kids, and I suddenly felt very adult as I told Deborah that we wouldn't be home too late. But see, Deborah is over 30, very much an adult unconcerned with getting home at 10pm, so my comment seemed very juvenile... like a kid playing at a pretend mommy and babysitter scenario. And actually, I still feel like I'm playing house. I wonder if it ever goes away...