You probably don’t know this, but I really like kids. Always have. I’m a kid at heart, I guess.
This evening, My First Wife had a buncha women over for one of those “parties” where wives spend half the month’s budget on all kinds of colorful stuff. Two sixth grade 12-year-olds tagged along with their moms. Sam, a handsome young man and Faith, a beautiful young lady.
Like most kids they were smart enough to bring along a pocket-sized electronic game thingy. And they played them sitting next to each other for quite some time. Along the way they talked and acted a little silly, but that means they’re alive and well.
Suddenly the most bizarre thing happened. It has probably never happened in the annals of 12-year-olds. They got bored with their little video devices and started snooping around our closets and such. First they found a big bowl of chips.
Then they found a Scrabble® game. They plopped on the floor and sat cross-legged there for two hours playing Scrabble®!
Is it reasonable to expect such exceptional behavior from modern 12-year-olds? You'll love these kids. I do.