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...
Remaining uncommitted is a good thing, but the main thing is to remember to observe the world around with the eyes of a young child.
The world is filled with wonder, but you only see it if you look. Too many of us go around with downcast gaze. That's not the way to see the rainbows.
You catch rainbows the same way you catch snowflakes on your tongue; you have to keep your head up!