After a recent trip to the grocery store, I have determined that I am at a very unusual stage of life.
As we walked back from the grocery store we were momentarily detained at the playground by an inviting set of swings. I set my bag of oatmeal and soup cans on the rocks nearby. While swinging, I accidentally kicked the bag open, sending the boxes and cans rolling and bouncing across the ground. I was just sort of tickled by the scenario… 
Who faces such a problem? I’m old enough to purchase my own groceries, but swings are not yet past me. I hope they never will be.
Here’s another momentous occasion: My first carton of eggs. Organic nonetheless.
…and these are just some happy pictures of September-nothing to do with growing up. 
I should think that, considering you didn’t accidentally kick the eggs to their cracked doom all would be well. (For comedic purposes read: “crack-ed”)
Sometimes I envy people like you, who, when encountering a moment of childishness they can simply laugh and enjoy it. I, on the other hand, find myself wanting to put my head through a meat grinder and then to be baked in one of Mr. Todd’s and Mrs. Lovett’s pies.
and just when I thought maybe I was beyond it…I had a kid…and now I get to do it more! and it is expected and encouraged
Haha. You’re never too old for swings! Those scenic pictures are really pretty!!
When is anyone really “over” swings? They are the awesomest things that anyone has ever created!