When the teen and ‘tween babysitters at the last cookout of summer won’t let the little kids play with the coolest adult toys.
This made me think of the time when we were teenagers and Lynne was babysitting her niece and nephew. I was along as the self-appointed “not a good idea!” patrol. Which was pointless, because when Lynne decided to go down the hill on the road next to their house in the kids’ little red wagon, and predictably overturned and hurt herself while having a roaring good time somewhere along the way, I could neither stop her nor shame her afterward.
I was the worrier and she was fearless. Decades later, not much has changed.
well. i might not choose such a steep hill these days…
Ha, but you’d still do it. I know you.
There was a marketing campaign here a few years ago for a footwear company with the strapline ‘Act your shoe size, not your age.’ I wholeheartedly concur.
Yes! LOL.