Barbies.

In June, I started nannying a 4 (soon to be 5) year-old little girl.  I saw her everyday and the occasional weekends.  When my semester started, I stopped watching her daily and now only occasionally babysit her.  Since June, I have spent countless hours playing with Barbies, practicing my old man British accent (to go with the brown teddy bear, of course), playing Santa Claus, making up stories on the spot about a cheetah named Penelope, building forts, and giving piggyback rides.  I take life pretty seriously, but watching her has taught not to.  I learned that it is okay to act like a child every so often - she's taught me to be carefree and laugh at myself a little more.  

Kids have this magical thing about them.  They haven't been ruined by the world yet, disheartened towards what is around then.  They have this incredible sense of optimism and hope.  It's like any dream can come true and everything is possible.  They make me excited for life again when I am frustrated and bored with what is around me.  

We have so much to learn.

Cheers to never growing up!