in training

I am reminded of the poem;

"when I am an old woman I shall wear purple, 

with red hat that doesn't go and doesn't suit me..."

She goes on to talk about the cool things she will get to do when she gets old like learning to spit.  It ends with;

"But maybe I ought to practice a little now?"

I've been talking about how much I am going to enjoy letting the kids run wild outside, playing in the dirt and the mud puddles.  

So why not practice a little now?