Sometimes my fiance will email me saying that she wishes she was still a kid so she wouldn’t have to work, she wouldn’t have any worries or cares in the world, and every day would full of nothing but fun.
I don’t buy into that sort of stuff, and usually respond with something like,
“That means that you wish I was a pedderass. If that happened I would end up in jail. What a horrible wish. Thanks for thinking of me.”
But the next time she sends me one of those emails, I’m going to agree with her. Only, I’ll attach this video to the email which will read,
“I know what you mean. I wish I could be like this kid every day of my life. Only without the father telling me not to touch my stitches. Because you know that if I pull the stitches out, I get to go back to the dentist, and I might get gassed up again. God, I wish I was a kid again.”