I watched a cartoon show called Kung Fu Panda last week w/ J. It was one of those Saturdays where we weren’t really doing anything. It’s a silly cartoon show but we just laughed like we were kids again. The next day I was by myself and it came on again. So I watched it. I felt a bit guilty because I should have been doing some chores.
This weekend, the movie Kung Fu Panda 3 came out. We thought about going to it but probably would be the only 2 adults together. I asked J if he could call his sister so we could borrow his nephew or niece to come out with us.
Damn, I wish I was a kid again. It seems easier now than before. Well, maybe not.