If only for one day I could see the world through the innocent eyes of a child I would conquer great things. For instance right now I’m filthy and sweaty and I really need a shower, but the child in me is saying, “now you know you’re just going to go back outside and get sweaty and dirty again”! I must have had that argument with my mother every day all summer every summer until I was ten! The adult in me, notice I did not say “grown up”, however, is saying “take another one later, you smell”. Go ahead, laugh, but I bet at least half of you tried to use that logic as a child as well.
The argument is minute in the scheme of things, but to wash or not to wash is a serious decision.