my little...well...

If I were ten, I would be eating my porridge right now, in front of the TV, then got stuck there even after the plates were clean.
Then there would be my Mom, going back and fourth from her bedroom to the kitchen telling us to take our baths...we were happy to give her the privilege: "take yours first, Mom!"

Oh, and a little confession: I was the devil who told my brother that one wouldn't survive life being honest all the time. Since then, we had had a lot of illegal snacks (what with my brother's cooperation) and life was so much better...