Sometimes I Feel Like a Little Kid

Sometimes I feel like a little kid. Especially when my pants are just a little too short and the pant leg gets stuck behind my double knot of my sneakers. It’s a big knot because I don’t know how to tie that one special knot that doesn’t come untied. I also feel like a little kid when I call my mom and tell her every part of my body that aches. Generally these pains are the result of some inconsequential bump or the ramifications of an increased lack of movement. I also feel like a little kid when I make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for lunch and then put in my backpack with my apple. But it’s not the sandwich that makes me feel like a little kid; it’s the inevitable circumstances to follow. When I get the sandwich out for lunch it’s super squished with an apple shape in the middle and jelly leaks all through the bread. That makes me feel like I’m in elementary school and I need the lunch lady to come over and help me put my straw in my Capri Sun so I don’t squirt it everywhere.