When I grow up I want to be a kid. Being a grown up is a lot of work. I watch how much work my parents have to do just to take care of me. And I am a pain in the tuchus. Tuchus is Yiddish for butt which is short for buttocks which is French for derrier which is what you sit on when you sit in a chair.

When I grow up I also want to be kid because grown ups have to go to work. Work sucks. When my Dad comes home his brain is fried like mine when I watch too much TV or play “Juvenile Delinquent.”

Also, it’s really hard to fit in the tubes in the jungle gym thing in Donaldson Park in my town if you’re a grown up. Grown ups can’t fit in anything good, so why would you want to grow up?

I guess there’s some good stuff. You get to go to R rated movies and stay up past 7:30pm. But I’m still not sure it’s worth it.

The end,

By Benjamin.