tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8939729124570852492.post3624992907224325977..comments2024-03-28T08:22:45.934-04:00Comments on when no one's looking: In which we grow up...Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03968117352606424164noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8939729124570852492.post-75864238883593562532010-05-27T23:23:09.149-04:002010-05-27T23:23:09.149-04:00Sounds like you were enjoying adulthood more than ...Sounds like you were enjoying adulthood more than any of us. <br /><br />And hey, having a kid should be part of the "enjoying" of adulthood.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14674338920277176353noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8939729124570852492.post-53529810984580764402010-05-26T19:33:36.234-04:002010-05-26T19:33:36.234-04:00I think you still have a young heart, and that'...I think you still have a young heart, and that's what matters!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03968117352606424164noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8939729124570852492.post-18540707876163009282010-05-24T22:47:05.669-04:002010-05-24T22:47:05.669-04:00I got married at eighteen and had a kid a year lat...I got married at eighteen and had a kid a year later, which wasn't enough time to enjoy being grown up, so thank you for letting me enjoy it vicariously.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com