My great grandmother, the one whose best friend was Panagia, always maintained that you have your children until they are twelve years old. You have twelve years to teach them what they need to know to be good, civilized, Christians. After twelve, your children belong to the world.
We raised our boys with that in mind and her advice worked. I overheard the older one say exactly that to some parents who were in the office a few days ago on a legal problem with her kids.
Interesting observation. It depends on how much they get out, I suppose. My experience is that around 12-13 is when they turn interesting (with the exception of Pat, who's been a clinical case since birth). Although I sometimes want to kill them, there are more times when I'm grateful to be around so many fun people all the time.
** I overheard the older one say exactly that to some parents who were in the office a few days ago on a legal problem with her kids.**
You’ve got a bright son there. Following in your footsteps?