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User avatar #35 - jajathezombie
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(08/24/2011) [-]
I think on of the defining moments of becoming a grown-up is when the receptionist doesn't offer you a toy out of the chest. I remember going to the dentist a few years ago, I think I was about 15 or 16, and I wanted a goddamn toy out of the treasure chest. The receptionist didn't care, but my mom was bitching at me because I needed to be more "grown up". So I was like, "okay..." then there was a little girl who came out after me, and she went to go pick out a toy. While my mom was paying the bill, the girl came up, tugged on my shirt, and handed me a toy. She'd taken two so I could have one. Coolest. Kid. Ever.