My inner child and I are in constant contact. We blow bubbles and have tea parties together. I incline more to silly than to sober, prefer dress up to dressed up, and I will choose cupcakes over quinoa every time. However, watching this OBT made me realize that somewhere along the way, I lost my little-kid-style joy. When was the last time anything delighted me this much? Wait, I remember. It was my first dirty martini, and you KNOW that was a long time ago.