Somebody Else's Kids: 4.0 and 3.0 StoriesWe went to brunch at the house of someone we don't know very well (long story). They have a 4.0 son, and we were standing in the backyard on their deck as he fiddled with a large roll of strapping tape (he likes to tape the fence to keep bad guys out--I have no information on the effectiveness rate of that strategy). I said "What kind of games do you like to play?"
He said "Well, I throw my underwear on the roof, but dad tells me not to."
Then, at playgroup this week (Gloria's turn to host), our bitter old cat was sitting on the couch, and when a 3.0 boy tried to pet her, she arched her back and hissed loudly at him. He turned and shouted "WHAT is INSIDE that thing?"