WHAT responsible adults? Whose rule is this!? As the house payment maker, bill payer, cooker, cleaner, and otherwise designated "responsible adult" of this household, who says we can't build a tent inside? So we did.
After my, "I'm the adult here and I can do what I want!" epiphany, we've done a lot of silly, crazy, downright childish things. And it has been AWESOME.
First, we put both our sleeping bags and every single pillow we own inside the tent. And then we slept in the tent for 3 straight nights in a row...just 'cuz we could. We even moved our alarm clock with nature sounds to the living room so we really felt like we were camping out.
A few days later Skeeter and I were hurrying to the trash can to try to take the trash out before the impending storm hit when the bottom fell out. We went from dry to SOAKED in a matter of seconds.
We stood there shocked for a few seconds and then we started running up and down the street dancing like absolute fools. Why? Because we could. That's why.
Sure, our neighbors think we are weirdos, but we don't care. We danced and played in the rain for a good half hour before we wrapped up our adventure by jumping in the pool fully clothed. BOOM. Take that adulthood!
Our almost daily un-adult ritual is having dance parties. Dance parties happen randomly at our house whenever a good song comes on and they feature all of our absolute worst dance moves. No good dancing allowed! Featured moves include:
"The Carlton"
"The Napoleon"
Ottis's version of "The Chicken Dance"
And general foolishness...
Anytime life is starting to get you down, come on over and practice being a kid with us. After all, the best part of being a grown up is having the right to act like a kid sometimes!
