Thank You for Things I Don’t Miss About Being a Baby

I don’t have to cry to get what I want

I don’t fall down so much

I’m tall enough to see out the window

I can use silverware

I’m allowed to play near electrical outlets

I can be seen and heard by adults

I have all my teeth and can wipe off my own drool

I don’t get passed around like a sack of potatoes

I can reach candy and eat it whenever I want

I can drive without sitting on somebody’s lap with the engine off

I don’t have to wear cute shirts that say I’m someone else’s property (Daddy’s little angel, Grandma’s favorite, mommy’s headache, yada yada)

The cat doesn’t run away from me when I reach for it

I can read Aristotle and nobody makes a big deal of it

I can drink coffee out of a big girl cup

Nobody hugs me and hands me M&Ms when I go potty

I don’t get put to bed if I’m a little grumpy

I can smoke cigars if I want to

I don’t have to be wrapped up like a mummy to go to the store

people talk to me with real words

I’m allowed to use the computer

and…

I know what thankful means

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~ by leakelley on July 17, 2010.