Matt is younger than me. Not by a lot — only two years. But he loves to remind me of the fact and ask me things like “How does it feel to be a cradle robber?” or “Do you brag about marrying a younger man?” To which I very maturely reply, “Ha ha, very funny.”
But I actually may be a cougar, based on this conversation.
me: (looking for a website on the iPad that I had visited the previous day) Where is the history? I want to revisit a site.
Matt: Oh, I always erase the history.
me: Why? Are you visiting sites you don’t want me to know about?
Matt: Really? No. It’s just a habit.
Matt: If you saw my history, all you would see would be sites related to four-wheelers, cameras and books about tree-climbing.
me: You sound like a twelve-year old boy.
I think that I have robbed the cradle. Or at least the middle-school.