I’mma Toys R Us kid… Yea, I knew you were singing that in your head too. If you are anything like me, your head was bopping side to side in tune with the phantom music of the ad/slogan, whatever. You know why that song is still stuck in your head years after outgrowing most of the crap in that store? Because deep down, none of us really want to grow up (true story)
I am uncertain if I am a big baby (The Bestie would be quick to counter that statement), but at the age of almost 36 I do still call my parents Mommy and Daddy. I am still influenced by their opinions and yes, I do still get all butterfly snuggly at the thought of slipping onto my dad’s side of the bed after he’s left for work and snoring my mom awake. No part of me wants to grow up now that I know what grown up looks like. Ewww…I no want it.
The thought of actually being a grown up came while sitting at batting practice, bundled up in a pea coat, doing budget spreadsheets for 2015. The day before I spent the evening finishing up the 2015 vision board and color coding a shiny new 2015 desk calendar. Those are things grown ups do. I spent the morning thinking about the next ten years and where exactly I did not want to be at the end of them and none of those things included coloring books and candy. Ugh.
If I had my way, we would still take naps and wear shoes that light up. PB & J would be a staple and hard plastic lunch boxes with cartoon characters on the front would be the latest accessory. Recess would be a must and Ultimate Frisbee would be better than football. Forts would be our vacation houses and sour, lip smacking candy would be on deck for breakfast. If I had my way….I would never grow up and I would not insist on others growing with me.
But I suppose it is a little hard to go back to all of that (1) knowing what I know and (2) being as big as I am. Play Place slides and ball pits would not exactly support my size. At any rate, I am not really in the mood to do the hard stuff, but at this point, I think that is all that is left.
So if you see me swinging on swings or coloring with my tongue poked out or playing on monkey bars or getting vomit-dizzy on the merry-go-round, don’t judge. Just nod and proceed about your grown up life…..or come join me. The more the merrier.