I’ve just spent the weekend with my daughter, who is 12 and my nephew, who is 9. It surprised me to see the changes that have happened for her since they last hung out together. Temperamentally well suited, they have both got lively imaginations, and in the past have played happily together for hours, engaged in imaginative role play (mostly, when he is around, with Lego).
What would growing up look like if being little was respected?
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