I have a label for posts titled Bewildering Conversations in the Kitchen.  Maybe I need a new category for this one.

Scene: I'm sitting at the kitchen table, sifting through a pocketful of receipts I need to submit for reimbursement to multiple entities, tax forms I need to keep and other receipts I don't need but shoved into my purse because I didn't want to litter -- each into its appropriate pile.  Children are doing their homework at the kitchen table alongside me.

Dormouse: "You know, I don't really think I want to become an adult."

Me: "Why is that?"

Dormouse: "Too many little pieces of paper to keep track of.  I could never do it!"