Mother, May I?

I don't know how many of you ever belly up to the Geek Buffet. I only found out about it though Jennie, from BiblioFile. She sometimes has articles posted (displayed? served?) at the Buffet, and recently, it was a tasty piece called: "I'm an Adult, I swear!" In it, she writes about sugary cereals, and red shoes, and notes to yourself on the palms of your hands. And she asks: What indulgences do you allow yourself, as a tribute to your inner child?"

I allow myself to eat popcorn for dinner.
I walk out barefoot to get the newspaper.
I cry (yes, sob) when reading.
I read at the breakfast table.
I dance like a maniac.
I play dress-up with new clothes, trying them on in all sorts of combinations.
I sweat and get dirty and work out hard until I stink.
I lie down on the floor and wonder about things.
I carry a beat-up notebook around, and write in it whatever I like.

Yeah, that last one's the best. Whatever I like. And miracle of miracles, "whatever I like" turns out to be (sometimes) a story that someone else could also like. Told you so! says my Inner Child.