It's a weird feeling, to look at that cute face and go, "I was like this... these kids are going to be like us some day" (after they deal with annoying school and stuff). I'm filled with wonder, what feels like just a few years ago, I was there playing games, pretending to do adult things that I certainly hate doing as an adult. I enjoyed the fake money, the fake job and the house and the fake cooking. I don't know how young I was when I outgrew these things. I don't know how I just blended into this adult world, before I knew it, I was there with a real job and real money and real cooking (ah!), even a real relationship.
When I look at people saying "I wish I was a kid", I'm sort of torn between agreeing and heavily disagreeing.
I don't spend too much time on the future. I don't make grand plans. In fact, my experience has been that things happen, whether you've planned for them or not. So why bother. Back to the babies. These little fleshy things will soon walk, talk and even teach me things and I know for a fact I won't be prepared to handle.