Last week St. Bob and I were shopping in Sam’s Club when I saw a huge dollhouse:
I gasped. It even had an elevator! I gushed for a minute or two, then caught myself. “Oh my goodness, I hope I won’t become one of those old women who reverts to her childhood and plays with dolls,” I muttered.
“Too late,” Bob said (notice St. is now missing). He reminded me of my Christmas bedroom,
my Fairy Garden,
my little Princess and the Pea mouse,
my collections of bird nests, rocks, and boxes,
And several other items that could be called “evidence.”
Yikes. I’m quite certain that the neighbor kids I play with each week will grow into their teens while I remain five.
“But you won’t have a second childhood,” Bob said, “because you’re still having the first one.”
However, I manage to be a mom to the world in my Youtube videos sharing life hacks.