The little boy laughed obnoxiously at the computer screen. “Ha ha, you’re writing a Mature story!”

“I wouldn’t expect you to understand.”

“You’re naughty!” The boy yelled, pointing and laughing.

“And you’re immature.”

“Nuh-uh!” The boy contradicted. “Maturity only matters if you believe in it!”

“That doesn’t make any sense!”

“I wouldn’t expect you to understand.” The boy smiled smugly. “You’re immature.”