This morning I saw an article on tinybuddha.com called 10 Ways to Be the Person You Wanted to Be as a Kid. What a perfect way to start a Monday. There’s some great stuff in there. But as I looked at the list, it dawned on me that I really haven’t grown up all that much (as the above photo would further indicate — some things just never change). Of course I pay my own bills and don’t get a spring break. I’ve also had my heart broken, stressed over my career, lost loved ones and worked through some scary obstacles. But you know, in spite of it all, I think my kids have kept me from truly growing up.  Because of them, I plan adventures (big and small), believe it’s okay to eat cake for breakfast and think that the DVD release of a great movie is cause for a week night pizza party. New boxes of crayons still inspire me and I have wonder bubbles in my kitchen cabinet as I type this. I don’t know, maybe experience has taught me to cater to my inner kid. But I don’t think so. I think my kids have taught me to be the person I wanted to be as a kid.

(Okay, so I’m not a big enough kid to understand the episode of the Family Guy that is currently on our television, however. This entire episode is about farts. Dude, why?)