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?
[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.