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Childhood things are turning into grownup chores. I make To Do lists and find them around the apartment like easter eggs. Playing in the sandbox has become digging through the laundry pile. Peanut butter and jelly is a double latte and a smoke. Capturing insects in mason jars with a twig and a leaf has become catching ideas in paint on canvas and collecting credits. I forget to poke air holes and they all die. Hobbling around in moms too-big heals is trying to get my own heals to the store, school, and bank before they close. Instead of inspecting grass and rocks with a magnifying glass, I'm inspecting my pores. Can the boy come out to play today? Can he rescue the damsel in distress by fixing her computer machine? Can he lighten the mood a little?
Cops and robbers is, well, cops and robbers. Real people that I really know are stealing things and getting arrested. Real people are having real babies that really poop and pee. Banging on pots and pans in the kitchen turns into watching friends in bands play at bars and drink beer.
...now when it's birthday time, instead of treatbags, you get a free shot at the bar that used to let you throw peanut shells on the floor.
Cops and robbers is, well, cops and robbers. Real people that I really know are stealing things and getting arrested. Real people are having real babies that really poop and pee. Banging on pots and pans in the kitchen turns into watching friends in bands play at bars and drink beer.
...now when it's birthday time, instead of treatbags, you get a free shot at the bar that used to let you throw peanut shells on the floor.