On Saturday morning, still in my Eeyore "I woke up like this" night shirt, delighted to find the Muppet Babies on TV, as I settled into the couch.... My fiancé, looking at me and shaking his head with a smile: Are you happy right now?
Me: You know, I have a very specific memory of being six years old, standing in our living room, and fully comprehending that I'd have to grow up one day. I told my mom I didn't want to grow up, that I wanted to be a little kid forever, and so I should be allowed to do that, because some people want to be adults and some people want to be kids, and I wanted to be a kid, and she reassured me that by the time I grew up, I'd want to be a grown-up, and I thought about it and said no, I would always want to be a kid.
Him: ....And you were right.
Me: I was. I still want to be a kid.
Him: You're eating jelly beans, wearing Minnie Mouse slippers, watching the Muppet Babies, and you smell like a coconut snow cone in an ice cream shop. I think you did it, Peter Pan.
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