When grown-ups were magic

I used to think of grown-ups as these magic giants who could answer any question and open any jar. I am not yet one of  these magic giants, I am simply a larger child who still needs her husband for jar and wine bottle opening, and who is highly averse to suggesting any answers, ever.

I miss my magic giants. These shorter copies they left behind just don’t know any answers either, and they’ll be damned if they admit it.