No more crouching and kneeling on their kitchen chairs or tipping them back so far we think someone’s going to get a concussion.
Our son is almost exactly nine and a half years old. He’s very much entering TWEEN territory which means, apparently, that it is much, much harder to buy him Christmas gifts.
I’m totally jinxing this by writing it, but our nine-year-old son and seven-year-old get along very well. Here are five specific things I do to ensure they stay best buddies.