Tuesday, January 29, 2013

2+6=8 Sounds About Right

As I climb the ladder of age and wisdom I realize I'm more or less falling down the stairs of maturity. I eat candy for breakfast, cause I can. I don't want to get out of bed, so I don't. I eat food off the ground, cause I'm not scared to die. And I hate rules, cause they are unfair and mean and you can't tell me what to do.
It isn't that I hate rules as much as I like to break them regardless on whether I think it is a good rule or not. When did this little sister brain of mine win out over the traveled, socialized and educated brain? Not entirely sure. 
Am I de-evolving in Africa? Probably.
My best advice to you if you want to get me to do something is to simply tell me NOT to do it. The secret is out. I have nothing left to hide.
Short of stomping my feet and holding my breath I'm more or less a passing adult, but if you dangle candy in my face I would probably do just about anything at this point. 
Most of the answers to the problems I face each day could end with any of the following answers:
"You're not my mom!"
"Cause I wanna!"
"But why?"
"I'm bored."
"I don't want to eat that, it's icky."


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