When I grow up.....

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When I grow up I want to be a 12 year old boy.

It must be great to know EVERYTHING there is to know about ANYTHING!
It would be fun to be THAT much smarter than EVERYONE else in your family.
A fore mentioned 12 year old boys knows his mom isn't nearly smart enough to know when he rolls his eyes at everything she says, neglects to finish his homework, or decided not wash his hair in the shower.
If I was a 12 year old boy, I wouldn't have to study ( I already know everything remember) , I get to quiz everyone just to prove my brilliance.
Doing dishes would be beneath me and in need of huge eye rolling.
I could sit around CONVINCED that life is so hard and I have SO much responsibility because I'm expected to keep the top layers of mold cleared from my room, and study for an Algebra test.
Plus if I was a 12 year old boy, the world is my buffet!! Anything not nailed down, even closely resembling a food product would be fair game.

Yes yes when I grow up I want to be a 12 year old boy now THAT'S LIVING!

Comments

MomOfDudes said…
Amen... That or my dog
November 7, 2008 at 3:57 PM
Anonymous said…
Great! I think Nathan is 12 already! His favorite thing to say usually goes something like this.... "I can do it all by myself..." or "I'll show you how to do it..."
November 8, 2008 at 8:26 PM
Thany said…
Oh twelve...how closely you come to barely seeing thirteen.
November 10, 2008 at 7:48 PM
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