Mostly, I like being little. People carry you around, and push you around in strollers and give you food whenever you whine -- pardon -- ask politely for it. But sometimes it's tough. Like when you want to play basketball with the big kids. They never pick you! My friend Alina and I were hanging around the courts the other day just waiting to be called to service, but no dice. Their loss.
No comments:
Post a Comment