Hold Your Horses

“Am I five yet?” My son asked last night while walking to dinner. “Nope. Why do you ask?” “You said when I’m bigger I can sit in the front seat with Daddy.’ “Oh,” I laughed, and continued pushing the stroller. “You will have to be bigger than five for that.” He did a mix of a grunt and a growl. “How old?” “I don’t know. Maybe twelve?” “Twelve is too big! I can’t wait that long.” I looked at my little[Read more]