There is no question that growing up is seriously over-rated. I mean other than being able to get your own snow cone every night if you darn well please, there aren’t too many things worth the tradeoffs of adulthood: bills, worry, and way too much laundry.
That’s the great thing about having kids, though. You get a little of a second childhood — which is also over way too fast. Since grandchildren are likely a long way off, I decided I couldn’t wait for another shot at childishness any more. I asked my sister if she’d consider getting me a wooden train set for my birthday.