Our toys become more and more like living things, but people still deny their ever-lengthening childhood.
It's why I give my age as seven. I want to be honest about it; I am not working on a second childhood, for I have not yet surrendered the first.
Seven's ok. But Jeffty is five, you know.
Reminds me that I need to ask Baby Sis if she is celebrating her 29th birthday this year. It's coming up just 'round the corner on the Ides.
Five years older than Baby Sis is not such a bad age to be. If only it wasn't as hard now. I seem to remember it being easier once.
And as long as I am never forced to discuss my toy's peculiar personality traits with some psychobabbler I can remain uncommitted...