Do we ever really grow up? I mean, babies rely on bottles. Adults do as well. From booze bottles to water bottles, even grown-ups have their lips permanately adhered to some kind of container. The only difference is that adult water bottles have high-flow nipples.

(... Okay. I've got to get a K&N sticker on my water bottle's sport top now. It would be HILARIOUS.)

When we get old, we once again lose control of our excretory systems and need to rely on absorbent undergarments.

During our middle age, we feel a drastic need to be young again. We buy lots of toys and act like a kid again.

This has led me to conclude that age is merely an illusion. We never do grow up. We just repress our childhood.

Either I'm on to something Freudian here, or age regression art is just looking too damn cute. XD

*crinklescratch*
Also broke down and picked up some more XL Goodnites. These ones have a bit more color. ^^