“Hey, does anyone want to go down to the creek?” I asked my kids, who were sprinting across the sprawling playground equipment at a local park.
“No, we’re racing,” my older son replied.
“Well, I want to go down to the creek,” I said, with a hint of whine in my voice.
“You can,” he stated, plain as day.
“That’s true, I can!” The fact that they could play on their own, that they were big enough not to be constantly supervised and could come get me if there was a problem popped into my head like a cartoon lightbulb.
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