I have a label for posts titled Bewildering Conversations in the Kitchen. Maybe I need a new category for this one.
Scene: I'm sitting at the kitchen table, sifting through a pocketful of receipts I need to submit for reimbursement to multiple entities, tax forms I need to keep and other receipts I don't need but shoved into my purse because I didn't want to litter -- each into its appropriate pile. Children are doing their homework at the kitchen table alongside me.
Dormouse: "You know, I don't really think I want to become an adult."
Me: "Why is that?"
Dormouse: "Too many little pieces of paper to keep track of. I could never do it!"
Scene: I'm sitting at the kitchen table, sifting through a pocketful of receipts I need to submit for reimbursement to multiple entities, tax forms I need to keep and other receipts I don't need but shoved into my purse because I didn't want to litter -- each into its appropriate pile. Children are doing their homework at the kitchen table alongside me.
Dormouse: "You know, I don't really think I want to become an adult."
Me: "Why is that?"
Dormouse: "Too many little pieces of paper to keep track of. I could never do it!"
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