Someday, I’m going to be so grown-up. I’m going to wear a BRA. I’m going to wear a big dress and be married.

I’m going to be a mommy.

I’m going to take my babies to Point Pleasant Park and take pictures of them by the frog pond. I’m going to take my babies sailing and feed them crackers and in the winter we’ll go sledding.

I’m going to pack their lunch with frozen juice boxes, the ones with the bendy straws, so they’re all slushy and cold by noontime. I’m going to tease my babies and say, “There goes the Loch Ness Monster! OOPS! You just missed him!”

I’m going to let my babies eat as much Cheez Whiz as they want. I’m going to build them a swingset in the backyard, and our house will always smell like cookies. My babies will have treasure chests full of witches and ghosts and pirates. They’ll dress up and have a parade, and I’ll watch my babies and clap for them.

Someday, I’m going to be so grown-up.