I don’t have to try very hard to feel like a kid again, my inner child lives close to the surface. Putting on makeup, dressing up, flirting, swinging as high as I can on a swing (makes me feel sick but I still do it), making fart jokes with my kids, playing with my dog, eating rice pudding, imagining complex romantic fantasies which will never happen, Christmas, Birthdays, travelling…….I could go on.
Thank you for the hug. I definitely motorboated your boobs.
My kind of woman! <3