What's my age again?

Today, one of the girls I babysit said to me, "you look like you're a 5th grader in those clothes."  I was wearing a tank top and jean capris.  I wear that exact outfit all the time.  Great.  I'm surprised she didn't ask me if I got my clothes at the Baby Gap.

And let me tell you, this is just the last item on a loooooooong list of things that serve to remind me how much I apparently look and act like a little kid.  An abbreviated version of that list is as follows:

1. There are kids in the elementary school that I work at who are taller than me.  Do you know how hard it is to get a kid to listen to your directions when you're looking UP at him?  It kind of kills your authoritativeness.
2. A couple of years ago, I went out to dinner with my boyfriend and his family.  When his parents ordered a champagne for the table, my boyfriend's younger sister (19 yrs old at the time) didn't get carded.  Guess who did?
3. I have always been told I look cute.  Cute sucks.  Cute is for little girls in pigtails.  What 20-something wants to be cute?  
4. I cry at everything.  The 4-year-old I babysit cries less than I do. 
5. The parents at school think I'm one of the students.   

Look, the list goes on and on.  But here's the kicker--even though I'm always pissed when other people take not of my not-so-desired youthfulness, there are a lot of times when I do actually feel like a little kid.  I look around in surprise and I think, "Ok, a grown-up is coming to take over soon, right?  No one would leave me here in charge of everything.  I'm just a kid."  But no one ever comes.  It's just me.  What's up with that?  Either let me look like a kid and actually BE a kid, or let me look my age and be a grown-up.  Ok fine, I'll keep the baby face, as long as I get 6 or 7 inches added to my height.  It's only fair.