My youngest celebrated her eleventh birthday a few weeks ago. She enjoyed the presents and all the fuss, but what she wasn't too happy about was turning eleven. I thought she was joking, but evidently she was deadly serious, as the special dispensation above will attest to.
She had been concerned enough to voice her mis-givings at school, to her very best of bestest friends, Ashley. Ashley, being a thoughtful kind of a child, had a think about it. She decided if her bestest of best friends didn't want to be eleven, well then, she shouldn't have to be. She set about to make an exemption certificate, and even had it validated by several signatures, including their teacher's. Now Abby is delighted, and carries it with her wherever she goes.
"But sweetheart, why don't you want to get any older?" I asked.
In her most reasonable, matter-of-fact voice, she sweetly explained, "You can't chuck me out if I'm never eighteen."
(Nice to know some of the things I threaten the kids with occasionally hits home..)