Adult Children

As my brothers and I get older, it’s our parents that are dragging US out of bed Christmas AM, and it’s business suits and heart rate monitors that we ask for, and that we’re gifted with. But thankfully my Mom always has something to remind us that to her, we’ll always be eight years old: Nerf guns for the boys, GIANT TEDDY BEARS FOR THE GIRL. Merry Christmas, the internet! I’d love to stay and chat but I have a REALLY important imaginary tea party to get to.

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