When I was little, like 4 or 5 years old, I was sitting with my dolls and toys on the kitchen floor, watching my mom run back and forth, kitchen to living room to garage, busy working for hours..........
*We were having a party the next day so.......*
I watched and watched, thinking *why* the whole time. Finally I blurted out:
"Mom, I'm never growing up."
Mom: "Why?"
"Because parties mean fun for kids and torture for grown ups."
Mom: "You're saying I'm torturing myself?"
Me: "That's what grown ups do best!"
I remember saying that because I really meant it. I thought I had some special powers to keep me from growing up.
Now whenever my mom remembers, she asks me why I grew up when I promised not to.
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