I used to walk around carting an Elmo backpack around as a purse. Adults would look at me and chuckle, eight-year-olds would say "that's dumb," and preschoolers would look on in envy of how cool I am. But alas, the oh-so wonderful Elmo backpack has officially ripped to the point of no repair. As painfully and utterly devastating as that is, I think I've found a suitable replacement. Bob and Larry are now my new BFFs.
Funny thing is, my two-year-old brother is just as jealous of this one as he is the last one. Maybe this is a sign I should grow up a bit?
Nah.
As of tomorrow, I'll be turning seventeen in exactly one month. That's a scary thought. I honestly don't feel a day over five. Okay, maybe five and a half. That's it. I think I'll change my age and turn five and a half come December 19.
What? I can't do that? Rats.
Even still, I will always be a small child in the arms of my loving Father. I don't plan on ever really "growing up." I'm still a kid. I guess I will have to one day grow up a bit.
But I'm too busy playing with play-doh to grow up today. And tomorrow's taken, too. Maybe next Tuesday. But then again, maybe not.
Well, you won't need to grow up, considering just a couple days after your birthday the world ends. God speed, just not too fast!
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