While walking in the field behind my house with husband and four year-old son:
Son: "Mama? Would you carry me? These plants are scratching my legs."
Me: (lifting son) "You bet."
Bob: "We need to toughen him up. He should walk."
Me: "But his legs are all scratched up."
Bob: "When I was a boy, we ran through brambles. And sticks. No one picked us up."
Me: "You lived on a cul-de-sac in the suburbs."
Bob: "Still, it was the wilds behind my house. It was the seventies."
Jen: "That was an undeveloped lot."
Bob: "Yes. But it was large."
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- Jen
- Mother of five. Two girls - three boys. Fully understand why some animals eat their young. Love kids dearly but am often at a loss as to how to wade the murky waters of female adolescence. I'm an American girl living in Abu Dhabi while my husband works here for a bit. This makes the teenage thing EVEN BETTER.
