not your average grown-up

i have a very nice chair at my desk. it's pink and it swivels. it is also OSHA compliant and has lumbar support. but this is not about my fabulous chair. last night as we were getting ready to pack it up and the lights were set to get-the-hell-out-of-here dim, my favorite kid and one of his friends were trying to finish up their homework. i went over to them and told them we were closing soon then returned to my desk. and i don't know why, maybe because i was restless and ready to leave, but i knelt on my chair and started doing chair twists. you know, when you swivel your chair one way but you kind of rotate your body the other way. it's fun and you get a good stretch out of it. anyway, after a few revolutions in my chair i realized that my favorite kid and his little friend were watching me in awe. so then i stopped and pretended like i was embarrassed to be caught playing in my chair.
"miss dewey decimal," my favorite kid said, "i've never seen a grown up do that."
"well," i said, "i'm not your average grown up." which is true. sometimes i am barely a grown up at all.
"it's okay," my favorite kid assured me. "that's fun to do. i have a chair like that at home and i do the same thing."