The other day, my son said he was bored.
“Why don’t you have a friend over for a play date,” I suggested.
“Mom,” he said, looking at me very seriously, “I don’t do play dates anymore. It’s called hanging out.”
And while I laughed as he corrected me, it made me a little sad inside…
Sad that my ten year old–my baby–is now too old to have play dates.
(How does time pass so quickly?)
|My not-so-little boy walking Bailey on our recent trip to the coast.|
Is anyone else dealing with the same thing? What age were your kids when they stopped doing play dates? :)