Could you imagine spending one day or even just one hour in a child’s shoes and interacting with the world without any filters? No concern for political correctness or others’ feelings or tactfulness or personal embarrassment?

Kids are so refreshingly free of all of that. The brain-mouth connection for them is instant. And most of the time adults think it’s all just adorable–regardless of how cringe-worthy if uttered by another adult.

Wouldn’t it feel incredibly liberating to be a kid again just for a little while?

The downside, of course, would be that we would likely offend everyone around us. I know I would. I try very hard to think before I speak and spend more time listening than talking. It definitely helps me keep my feet out of my mouth.

But there are times that I’d love to just let it all hang out. At least the good stuff. Stand on my porch and howl at the moon. Sing at the top of my lungs in the car with the windows down. Hug everyone who crosses my path at the mall. Laugh or cry so hard in a crowded movie theater that my face gets all red and puffy.

I’m sure there will come a time when I wish Marshall had a filter. I’m sure he’ll repeat something that I’ve said that should’ve been left unsaid and certainly left unrepeated. And I’ll kick myself and wish he knew better. But for now, I love love love that he lives out loud.

And when I say “out loud” I mean it. Quite literally. He has this high-pitched squeal that makes you flinch a bit and want to shield your ears. When Jon gets home at the end of the day, Marshall lets out this squeal as soon as he sees him come through the door. It’s accompanied by an ear-to-ear grin. He is just soooo happy he can’t contain it, and it just rushes out of him.

I’m sure my filters–and yours–are good for keeping relationships intact. But I also think it would do us all good to take a page from Marshall’s book and let out a squeal every now and again.

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