This morning I greeted TG with a chipper, “Good morning, Sweetheart.” She replied with bleary eyes and a garbled grunt, “Good….” I don’t think she was quite ready yet for the customary “morning” part of the phrase.
TB, on the other hand, replied with a cheery “Good morning” of his own followed by a request to look up spinner toys on Youtube, so he could figure out how to make one. He made on the way to school.
And therein lies the difference between being almost-13 and being almost-11. I’ll bask in the halcyon days of almost-11 while I still can.