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N: "How did you grow up? I'm trying VERY hard."
Me: "Well, I waited a very long time, and while I was waiting, I learned a lot of stuff."
N: "Hey! That's what I did, too! That's how I growed up, too!"

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harimad.livejournal.com

You missed your chance for some useful propaganda. "Well, I waiting a very long time, and while I was waiting, I listened to my parents and teachers and learned a lot of stuff."

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moominmolly.livejournal.com

I miss a lot of propaganda moments. :)

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dancingwolfgrrl.livejournal.com

This whole "it's good to grow up" thing might just be one giant piece of propaganda anyway :) I vividly remember being about eight and thinking about how much I had failed to appreciate kindergarten while it was happening!

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moominmolly.livejournal.com

Ha! I remember being about 12 and lying on a recliner very still and thinking, "no part of my body hurts at all, anywhere. It all feels good. I think I'm supposed to savor this."

I have no opinion on whether it's good to grow up or not. Or maybe I have too many, which amounts to the same thing in the end. :)

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dancingwolfgrrl.livejournal.com

Yeah, exactly. Good job we don't have to pick!

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trom.livejournal.com

You're talking to Dr Badplan. We're just lucky she didn't say something about riding around town on a motorcycle while juggling torches and singing karaoke.

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harimad.livejournal.com

I thought that's what she did after she grew up. ("After" from N's perspective, that is.)

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moominmolly.livejournal.com

Ahahahahahano. It's sort of a lifelong thing.

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moominmolly.livejournal.com

I mean, I think your original suggestion might have been what they call "lying". :)

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redheadedmuse.livejournal.com

I love your kid! I've been wondering for 30 years how to grow up, and now I know. Thanks!

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moominmolly.livejournal.com

A few steps later (both physical and conversational), she stopped in her tracks, let go of my hand, balled up her fists and GRUNTED AND SHOOK WITH FURIOUS CONCENTRATION... and then looked up at me and sort of shrugged, as if to say, 'well, I guess I can't just MAKE it happen'.