Pass the sippy cup.

Sometimes it seems like college is the magical land where everyone is given one last chance at a childhood before they must drift off into the land of the adult. This can manifest it's self in many ways. For example, in early October my roommate and I built a blanket fort connecting our two beds and a door that blocked the inside of the room from the hall. We do random wizard duels on our way to class. We eat animal crackers. And it seems we are not alone in our pursuit of youth.

Some seem to want to travel back all the way to infancy, while my room mate and I are content in the 8-12 range of maturity. They stumble around like they've forgotten how to walk and even burp up on themselves. Each to their own I suppose.

At the moment though, I am convinced a pair of feety pjs would simply add to the overall joy of my life, although locating a pair of this sacred clothing in my size is beyond difficult. It's not that I'm very tall, actually I'm the shortest of my friends (a fact they never let me forget) and am of average weight so I'm not sure why my quest is so difficult.

There is something pure in the concept of the feety PJ's, something safe, something fulfilling on a level that it is difficult to place. It would be the holy grail of sleep ware. I have a hunch that wearing these would give a feeling of safety similar to that of running across a dark room, jumping into the bed, and promptly pulling the sheet over my head. My heart rate would slow, my breathing would soften, planets would align, and there would be peace on earth.

A zipper in the front is required so I could get in and out of them by myself. Also, slip resistant pads on the feet would be a must. The outside should consist of some form of flame retardant felt. To zip into this should be like zipping into heaven.

I'm not sure I would be able to wear them out on the hall or to the bathroom for fear of someone seeing me. I know that I shouldn't care what people think but to be honest I'm not sure they would continue to let me live here if they caught me in them.

So until I get a place of my own, locate the perfect pair of PJ's, and build up a certain degree of disregard for pride there is one part of my childhood I'm not sure I can indulge in just yet.