My youngest is 11 today. I sent him outside to enjoy Christmas break. On his way I called out for him to wear socks, zip his coat…and asked him if he needed a hat.
He huffed and told me an 11 year old boy could figure out how to ride a scooter by himself.
My older son chimed in, “Our three year old neighbor can ride better than you. You fell off last time.”
Then my older son looked at me and said, “Of course, I pushed him off.”
I grew up in a house of girls and these kinds of things just weren’t funny.