Behave Badly, Please.

Why is the incubus of adulthood such an alluring concept to children? As we grow, we witness the adults in our lives working, stressing, working, cooking, cleaning, working, and otherwise behaving the way "grown-ups" are supposed to behave. Society expects adults to make it through an entire day NOT playing, NOT coloring, NOT pretending, NOT shirking responsibility, NOT eating an entire summer sausage, and NOT repeatedly karate chopping the air all around them. In fact, it would be possible to define an adult as one who has fundamentally extinguished the incandescent vitality of youth. Why do we hold adults to such a stodgy standard? My memory is filled with rapscallion adventures, skinned knees, and ninja battles that last until lunch time. I can't figure out why I ever gave that up. Sure, an argument could be made that if the world were run by kids everything would be a disaster, and if there were no adults nothing important would ever get done. But who really cares about all that? So, I call out to all the children of the land, "DON'T GROW UP!" At least I know I ain't gonna.