In the summer, my wife has a solution to the muggy heat: don a dress. The trouble is, our youngest called her up on it after several days.
Growing up and becoming wisecracks
Kids grow up – and wise up. All of a sudden, they have their own wallets and their own tastes in music – and they start answering you back. And you think, “Wasn’t it great when they were toddlers.”
Can’t remember something? Ask my son for a few tips. He’s got a logical and rather humorous system, even if it means leaving clues around the house.
Then our children were teenagers, or almost. And Christmas? Would it become less magical?
“Kiss a boy?” “No way, not me.” It’s better to mess with them, bother them. That’s what my nine-year-old daughter and a friend agreed was best to do.
My youngest daughter likes to talk a lot in the car. The key? Nod your head and laugh, because she won’t stop and it can be pretty funny.
What could be more fun than doing death defying stunts for a living? That’s what my 10-year-old son is thinking of doing.