My seven year-old, Jake, tells a story about two boys fighting in school. One boys kicks the other in a sensitive spot on the body. Jake explains, "...and then the one boy kicked the other boy in the peanuts."
When my now four year-old, Evan, was three, Jake had a play date over the house whose mom brought along his little sister. My boys have a motorized truck for kids that someone gave us. Evan was driving it around for a while and the little girl finally mustered up the courage to sit in the passenger seat with him. He said to her, "Okay no talking, I'm driving." I wonder where he got that one from.
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