We were driving up to deliver a meal to friends who lost their house to a fire. Thankfully, everyone is safe, although they’ve lost almost everything to the fire. All the kids were with us; I explained to them that not all of us would be going in to our friends’ apartment, since they were pretty worn out (the fire was just three days ago), and probably not really up to seeing anyone.
From the back of the van, my almost-6-year-old said, “Well, if I got to go in, I’d be very gentle with them.”
Indeed you goofed on the ages.
That’s the only way I can keep ‘em straight.
It was Owen, by the way. I goofed on the ages. I need to do a post or 6 where I introduce all of the kids.
Of course, I had to sit and think a minute to figure out *which* of your kids is about to turn six.
I always did think that Ian was a good boy.