On second thought…
I want to be a five year old. I’m convinced everything would be right again with the world and any disappointment with it would be replaced by ignorant bliss of the most naive kind.. No bills, no rent, no cooking (Easy bake doesn’t count), no cleaning, no responsibility beyond brushing your teeth. Ahhh, childhood. The problem with this is people might look twice at a smoking, beer swilling five year old. Wait, no beer. Forget it.
A little sketch to satisfy…
