I always wanted to yell, “STAT!”

You know sometimes you have to be an adult and tell your children they can’t do stuff no matter how enticing it might be?

My daughter, Sassy, is dying to use a defibrillator. You know those things they use on TV all the time to shock a person back to life?

“I’m just dying to get my hands on one of those things,” she’ll say with a frightening gleam in her eyes. “Grab a hold of those paddles – CLEAR – then zaaaaaaaaaaap!” At that point she’ll make an exaggerated noise and flail her body around like Kermit the Frog.

Every time we see one strapped to a wall at the mall or something, it’s everything I can do to keep her from yanking it down and resuscitating someone. I sincerely don’t think this stems from an altruistic desire to aid someone. She just want’s to yell CLEAR and zap the crap out of someone.

I know exactly what she means. That would be cool, right?

This being an adult thing is not nearly as fun as I thought it would be.