When Brevitt was younger I took him to the grocery store to get marshmallows for camping and before we walked in his eyes widened and he whispered, “WOW, is this the marshmallow store?”
My friend was telling me that her ten year old twins would be staying home and watching her younger boys while she and her husband went out for a quick spell. I told her that I could NEVER trust my ten year old at home without me.
The first thing he would do? Get his brothers to hunt for the marshmallows so that they could eat half of them and blow up the other half in the microwave.
Then they would do the forbidden ten foot jump out of the loft, throw all of their stuffed animals off of the balcony into the living room and build a huge fort made with every sheet from every bed and every cushion from every coach.
If they got tired out they would proceed to the media room to watch bad television while licking their sticky hands.
I would come home to a layer of goo covering all the furniture, carpets and walls. Hopefully, my boys would be unbroken and sitting like zombies on the coach at one with the tv.
Perhaps when he is thirteen I’ll be able to leave him alone but it is very difficult to imagine.