Sometimes acting like a child is actually a good thing.
Yesterday I regressed about twenty years and rocked out with the sprinkler in my front yard. For the first time in a very long time "the sprinkler" didn't involve a raised arm in a bent position, with elbow jutting out and my other arm pointing like a crossing guard, body jerking forward as if I'm having a seizure and flapping both arms towards each other. You know, the sprinkler dance? That's the only sprinkler that I have been privy to until recently.
Yesterday I made an executive decision. I'm entirely too responsible. Its gone on long enough, and it's downright ridiculous. I packed up a lunch, some watermelon and ran through a sprinkler. I let watermelon run down my face, and squealed with delight after each spray that unexpectedly hit my earlobe. It was FANTASTIC. Bonus: I got a tan too. :) I'm going to start calling this regression hydrotherapy. It kind of sounds professional and more adult than "acting infantile".