Sometimes I really wish I had a grown-up who ran my life.
They would say things like:
Daisy, change your clothes! You've been wearing pajamas for two days. Daisy, take a shower! Daisy, don't eat shrimp cocktail for breakfast! Daisy, put sheets on your bed!
And I would grumble and say mean things about them on the phone to my friends. But secretly when I went to sleep on clean sheets in fresh clothes, belly full of vegetables and other grown-up food. I would be terribly happy.
When do you start acting like a grown-up? Did I miss this boat too?