What is adulting anyway?

I other day I heard a raised voice from the kitchen.

“Oh my god, I don’t want to be doing this adulting stuff,”

there were a few bangs and crashes then my daughter appears at my door.

“Where is the bin? The inner bit, for me to put the bag in?”

Unfortunately I did not know, so she stormed off to find her dad. Her dad was willing to help so went and opened the bin, looks inside and said,

“there!”

The handle had fallen off the inner bin and so she thought it had been removed.

I just liked the fact that even though she didn’t want to do adulting, she did it anyway, while making sure we all knew she was doing it, and was still a child as far as actually looking for things.

The day she just does it, doesn’t tell anyone she has done it, and gets no recognition for doing it, then she’ll be adulting!