It would be really awesome if we could just act like kids every once in a while. I’m pretty darned tired of having to conform to social standards and frankly, I want a pass.
Let’s say I’m thirsty. I will casually walk up to your table and snatch your drink. It’s there, I’m thirsty, and you look like you won’t mind. While I’m at your table I notice your sweet new iPhone. You won’t be bothered if I borrow it for a little while, would you? After all, sharing is caring. Besides, you’re on your iPad, which I may take in a little bit.
I want to eat goldfish like they’re going out of style. And then when I’m done, I want to throw them on the floor and step on them with my feet on the carpet. I want to have a tantrum on the floor if I’m cranky. I want someone to bring me some warm milk and my favorite blanket. I really want to fall asleep when I feel like it, and jump on the bed when I don’t. I want to eat waffles and run my sticky fingers through my hair. Just because I can. I want to shout when I’m supposed to be quiet, and tip toe when you want me to run. I want to listen to the same song on the radio over and over again. I want to ask “why” a million times to all of the things that I don’t understand. I want Cheerios to excite me. I want to run around naked when the urge hits.
I want to play games and make up all of the rules. I want to have a tea party on a whim. I want to bounce a ball in the house. I want to find little snacks in my lunchbox. I want to own a lunchbox. I want to drink out of a juicebox and then when I’m done drinking, blow air into it and pretend that it’s full.
I want to go on the swings and have you push me. Pumping is so overrated. I want to rip the pages out of a magazine and throw them into the air. I want to jump in the mud.
I want to do what I want to do, when I want to do it. Got a problem with that, kid?