I have Carolyn’s youngest son at my place for a sleepover. He’s one-day younger than my daughter. Carolyn and I adopted the kids when we were mere seconds from menopause (a great story we’ll have to share sometime).
The two kids adore each other; they get along famously. Always have. Like brother and sister without the fights. So, when they asked if they could sleep in my daughter’s room on the same bed, Carolyn and I decided that would be okey dokey. They’re a few weeks away from turning eight, and not the most sophisticated flowers in the garden. Very innocent. Lucy and Ricky Ricardo are their media marriage role models.
My DD, however, upon hearing that they could indeed share the twin bed and kick each other silly all night long, suddenly turned coy. “But that’s so romantic,” she giggled.
Romantic? She just dared him to eat a caterpillar. Continue reading