The past 2 vacation I've gone on with Mom & Carmen we've had a few immaturity moments photographed. In Nova Scotia, it was that of a cardboard cut out of a Mountie.
Which was later replaced with a real Mountie and better behavior.
This year, the moment of immaturity prevailed upon Mom's purchase of fruit. I just couldn't help it.
I'm glad to know that immaturity doesn't have an age limit. Unfortunately for my husband, he probably wishes there was, because I'll be the 90 year old woman grabbing young men's rears at funerals and whispering to my friends that I'd forgotten how tight butts can get.
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