I realized this when the fashion director at work rushed down 15 flights of stairs in a panic when she heard an alarm outside and thought the terrorists were attacking, and I mentally went, “Ha-ha!”
Who’s your Inner Child? Shirley Temple? Rhoda from The Bad Seed? Bart, or Lisa? Tootie from Meet Me in St. Louis? Alfalfa? Buckwheat?
I’m pretty sure mine is Calvin.
One of the kids from Children of the Corn.
Or maybe the young Jason from Halloween.
Who’s that kid on Ed, Edd, and Eddie?
The one with the plank?
That’s me.
I was never a child, I built myself.
Calvin. Definitely Calvin.
I pretend my inner child is Bart Simpson. But my real inner child is closer to Uter.
I’m so Double Dee that it hurts.
Others, that is.
Hate to double post, but…
Dude! You’re a Pöpli kid!
I think mine is actually Martin Prince.
skips around Eve singing "Hark to the tale of Nelson…"
Who’s the little sister in “The Philadelphia Story”?
My inner child is The Baby NinetyWt[sup]TM[/sup].
She’s a lot like … uh … Punky Brewster.
[sub]what? why you lookin’ at me like that?? [/sub]
The one I have a problem with is my Inner Adolescent. Sheesh, what a Beee - Yotch !!! She’s all the time full of crazy notions like eating half a chocolate cake, scratching out up at the C-store, or drinking 6 beers in one sitting.
Good thing we also have the Inner Adult working as the Policewoman. She’s not afraid to kick that slut with the tattoed @$$ and nosering into the corner when it’s warranted.
heh.
Holden Caulfield. Piggy.
Lucille Van Pelt.
My new last name is Muntz. That’s why I opened the thread - not many people with that name 
Pepper from Annie. Or The Artful Dodger.
Hobbes. Can I be a cat?
::face of pure awe:: Teach me…
[Wayne’sWorld]I’m not worthy![/Wayne’sWorld]
Damien Thorne.
It’s clear
we’re
going to get along.