Merry Death

Remaining a child

Its unreal how one simple thing can just propel you back into being a kid. This weekend, my mom took me to Target with her to pick out some steamer contraption which allowed her to not have to scrub as hard to remove water satins (whatever). While there, she offered to buy me a few things. Not being my sister, I only got dishwasher tabs, swiffer wet sheets, some Dora underpants and a $.67 thing of watercolors for Vivienne.
While waiting in line, my mom picked up a candy bar and asked if I wanted one too. I said no, then saw one I wanted and tossed it in. Then I tossed another in for Phil. The lady in front of us turned around and giggled. We started talking and I told her about how I was 32 and now felt 6 being in line with my mom buying me stuff. She said she was 42 and was excited that her Dad was in town this weekend and they were going shopping.
I really thought it was just me, stupidly. Now I suppose it happens to all of us from time to time.

posted by Metalmeredith @ 1:25 PM