The older I get the more I seem to love the sound of children playing. Sitting in my living room on any given late evening in summer, I delight in the squeals and interactions of children playing outside. Skipping rope, riding bikes, playing hide and seek in the dusk all bring back memories of when my kids were growing up.
However, please tell me if I am alone in this -- when I hear kids yelling at their parents, swearing at each other and their parents, screaming in rebellion for any number of things, that is a whole different scenario. I would never have tolerated it as a young parent and I certainly would never tolerate it if my grands did that.
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| Grandson with his main squeeze |