With Age Comes.....

Feeling a bit nostalgic lately....watching Sissie in my excersaucer brings back memories.  Those were the days.....sleep whenever and wherever I want, little to no parental interference in what I choose or choose not to do, and it was ok that I didn't reveal to them my true intellectual capabilities because hey, it would have freaked everyone out.  Now it's always "do this, do that,"  "why don't you talk MLS? Answer me"  No I will not.  My numerical age has nothing to do with your ability to comprehend my complex thesis and treatise on life.  To put it a bit more bluntly, just because I've gotten older doesn't mean my parental units have gotten smarter.....I shall save my voice for those of a higher caliber of intelligence - you, my faithful students in this school of life.