So Childish of Me

I wish I could act like a kid as an adult.  

I would whine to my neighbors about how their kid wasn't playing fair with mine.

I would spit out my food if I didn't like it.

I would pick out mismatched clothes, and then throw a fit if my husband told me to change.

I would ride my bike to go across the street.

I would point at the food that I made and say, "I don't like this."

I would have dried milk on my upper lip.

I would cry when it is time to leave a friend's house.

If my husband changes the channel, I would crumple to the ground with arms and legs flailing, saying, "I was watching that first!"

My hands and face would always be sticky.

I would ask my neighbors for candy.

I would eat smooshed cookies off the road. 

I would do my hair, and then smile in the mirror and say, "I'm sooooo pretty!"

I would leave the bathroom saying, "I DID IT!"

I would sing all of the time.

I would grab the baby from my husband's hands and say, "That's MY baby!"

I would wear my bathing suit all summer long without one self-conscious thought.

When my husband comes home, I would run to him with arms extended and an ear-to-ear grin.

I would dress up.

I would laugh about everything.

I would give the biggest hugs and sweetest kisses.

I would be a friend to everyone.

I would be a better me.