Okay, THAT was weird. But it got me thinking (BAD IDEA, WORLD!) about time fuckery.
Mom and dad are from the early 90s, dad explained it was 1991 when he got picked up and brought here. I would have been born in may of 1991, if mom and dad stayed in their home reality. Which would have made me 17 this year. So technically if you want to be an ass about things, I was the right age this past week. Even though in a few months, the little me will be celebrating his first birthday, and I'll be celebrating my 22nd.
Hey, for once, this reality makes a stunning lot of logical sense.