THE DOWN SIDE OF BEING AN ADULT

For the most part, I am very glad that I am an adult. I remember dreaming about being “grown up”. I would imagine how nice it would be to sit where I wanted instead of where the teacher told me. No more would I have to sit by that mean boy who made faces at me. And I could go to work instead of going to school and facing another test….especially the test where I had to know all the parish names (Plaquemines, Evangeline, Calcasieu, etc.), where they were located, and the parish seat of government! Ah, adulthood was going to be so nice.

But today, I wished that I was 12 again. I walked into the kitchen of the building where I am painting and discovered that giggly girls had taken over. Not only were they having a great time, they were also baking sugar cookies. And there was a bowl ready to be scraped out. I felt like shouting….. “DIBS on the bowl.” I could just imagine the taste. There is nothing better than cookie dough eaten with a wooden stirring spoon. Um-um good!

But, I had to keep quiet. After all, they’re the children, and they should have all the childhood pleasures possible. There’s only one solution for me…..I think I need to do some baking!

Take care,
Suzanne