One of my delightful little English cousins reminded me lately that there are a few pleasures to being an adult. I shared this last night with a friend who complained on Facebook that “Being a grown up sucks.” My response:
Except you can wear your pajamas all day if you want to, and nobody can stop you. A 9-year-old of my acquaintance is jealous of me because of this.
Along similar lines: What does being a grownup mean to you?
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