~eating all the marshmallows out of the Lucky Charms box.
~getting out whatever you want and not putting is back up.
~playing in the rain.
~two words: chocolate milk.
~better than that, blowing bubbles in your chocolate milk.
~riding your bike with no hands.
~running barefoot as fast as you can across scalding asphalt.
~running through the sprinklers fully clothed.
~for that matter, just running...every where you go.
~Tom and Jerry marathons.
~singing the "banana-fana" name song as loud as you can while you spin around in the driveway...it really is harder than it sounds.
~eating as much candy as you possibly can without worrying about how it will look when it ends up on your butt and thighs.
~pretending like you are orphans trying to stay away from the orphanage and doing a mighty good job raising your brothers and sisters on your measly bakery salary. What? We played outside a lot as kids. Those mud pies were what kept us together as a family.
~riding a go-cart through muddy water and not caring how messy or cold you get.
~having absolutely no cares in the world besides whether or not you can convince someone that you don't need to take naps anymore.
But since I obviously can't be a kid again, I sure do enjoy living vicariously through my hooligans each and every day. (The pics were some more I found from Christmas that I had forgotten to post.)