Just recently, I moved away to college; and, with that, brought a lot of adventures, experiences and life lessons. And, while the majority of those life lessons were not entirely surprising, there was one that stands out as particularly humorous in my mind.

College kids are really just tall 5 year olds.

Yes. You read that correctly.

(And, no, I don’t mean it in a bad way.)

Here’s 11 reasons explaining exactly what I mean.

1. YES, I WANT THOSE FRUIT SNACKS.

Needless to say, college kids snack a lot; but, delving deeper than that, our snack choices are typically what most would consider “childish” and we get very, very excited about those so-called “childish” snacks.

2. No, no, no please don’t make me go talk to that stranger.

College is all about pushing outside of your comfort zone and meeting new people and making new connections and networks… but, no, I would really rather not go to that potentially helpful stranger. Unless, of course, will you come with me?

3. What are taxes?

Yeah… so highschool didn’t really prepare us at all for real life. We know just about as much as the average 5 year old does when it comes to actual life skills such as how to file taxes.

4. I need a nap.

Yes, right now. And, no, I don’t care that I took a 5 hour nap earlier. I’m still tired.

5. Plllleeeeeaasseeeeee don’t make me go to bed yet.

I know I was complaining all day about how I was tired but COME ON! There’s stuff to be done and people to see and excitement to be had!

6. No, I do not want a salad. I want a brownie and some French Toast.

It doesn’t matter if you weren’t a picky eater in highschool, this is college and I will eat what I darn well please.

7. I have to read a book? Can’t I just watch another episode of Star Wars?

I don’t want to read or study or do productive things. I just want to watch Netflix.

8. You can’t tell me what to do!

I know, Mom, I called you about taxes earlier… the difference now is that I don’t want your opinion. You can’t tell me what to do anymore.

9. I will throw a temper tantrum, especially if I’m tired enough.

Yes, I most certainly will.

10. Please just cuddle me.

I just need cuddles and my special blanket that makes everything better.

11. Yes, I believe in Santa.

Because believing in Santa means believing in the graciousness of my relatives gifting me with “luxury” items that I otherwise would not be able to afford.

Yes. You understand.