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.

Winter Prosapio is a writer, a wife, and a working mom of two girls, two cats, and one ridiculously enthusiastic terrier mix.

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