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Pyschology tells us that we never truly outgrow our adolescent self; rather, layers of ever maturing selves stack ever higher atop the child within. Even for those of us not far removed chronologically from this era of innocence, we often do our darndest to distance our current incarnation from our core kiddos. Still, beneath the hard nosed veneer of even the most cultured among us squirms a wining, slobbering, bundle of illogical association; a tiny tot who’s perspective on the complexities of life can radically change in mere moments based on a much needed hug, a bodily “accident”, or a shiny object. il-lit-er-ate has discovered the one true way to peel the onion and recapture this state of silly bliss and magnificent mood swings, all without the use of botox, pubic shaving, or mind altering substances. To connect with your inner booger eater, first you’ve got to look the part. Think back to your favorite attire from those golden moments of childhood: the threadbare onezee worn before bed everynight or that babydoll dress with the stretch leggings. Go to the kids section in your local thrift store and find the closest approximation to the prized outfit. Next, set the stage for success by putting yourself in an environment condusive to the three F’s: flailing, falling, and most important of all fun! Do it with a friend, because children like other children. So take off your designer threads, put down your cell phone and spend an afternoon chasing down your infantile past. 54
She’s not cute in any life, not even second life.