I’ve decided

I think that being 12 might be better than being a man.

• when you’re 12, you know everything. Not somethings, but everything.  It doesn’t really matter what scientific, experiment proven, 1,000 participant studies, real life experience your parents may have, you know more than them.  I really wish I was that smart.
• when you’re 12, pestering is an acceptable route to trying to get your way.
• when you’re 12, it is socially acceptable to be rude.
• when you’re 12,  you don’t need logic to argue.  “It’s not fair” is a common used rebuttal.
• when you’re 12,  you don’t have to have a job.
• There are no bills.
• You have no responsibilities (other than a turtle, who can thankfully live without eating every day).
• when you’re 12, the hardest thing you do all day is empty the dishwasher.
• when you’re 12 you can sleep until 12.  I wish I could sleep past the crack of dawn.

Yep, I think I may decide to give up this whole parenting gig and decide to be 12.  Of the two, 12 is definitely the easier one.