Let Your Inner Child Come Out To Play

Is your inner child alive and well?

Mine is indeed alive,
although I don't know how well she is.

If the green plastic bunny barrette currently holding back my graying tresses is any indication, perhaps my own inner child is a little too awake. Truth be told, she's a bit of a banshee. She has an unconquerable sweet tooth I'm afraid, but Grown-up Me likes broccoli, so we're working on striking some sort of compromise.

My inner kid and I have a sort of running dialog. It's one of the side-effects (good or bad) that accompanies making silly stuff all day. Grown-up Me sets schedules and meets deadlines, but it was Little Me that insisted on bikinis for this week's batch of beasties.

Once they were complete however, we both agreed that the next proper course of action would be to make them fly around the room taking turns kissing Dylan.

And, of course, we both like polka-dots.

. . .

Children are endlessly creative, and inner children are no exception.

Have you let your Little Self out to play lately?