In many restaurants, they always ask if I want a loving kids menu.
Ever since my 12th birthday I always give a menacing glare into the bitch/bitchess's eyes that say "Give me a kids menu. I dare you."
Same. However, my voice is deeper than my 25-year-old brother, and my 50-year-old dad. I look my age, though (14).
When the family goes out to eat, the host says 'so... 2 kids menus?' (my 9 year old sister included) I simply say "No, just one."
The host always flinches in shock a bit. I have to keep from bursting out in laughter.