Adults know what they want, when they want it and how to get it. Adults don?t eat cream cheese and jelly on mini-bagels, nor do they gulp down hot chocolate with marshmallows and whipped cream. In their pajamas. And when they do wear pajamas, it?s something sophisticated like plaid or polka dots, not Happy Bunny or cute purple puppies.
Clearly, I was not an Adult. Sure, I was 22 years young, but when I wasn?t at school, I was still living in the house I grew up in, across the hall from my parents? bedroom. I wore giant pink bunny slippers, sweatpants and my boyfriend?s oversized sweatshirts. My mother made me dinner and my father did my laundry. This isn?t in any way their fault ? of course you want to make life as comfortable as possible for your children, the fruit of your loins ? but partially because of this, I still felt like a child.
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