My son is 6 years old, and I am smitten with him. What do I cherish most? 'Tis a good question. Is it his super hero masquerades, his lengthy sword fights with imaginary friends, or his determination to ascend the staircase backwards? I'd be hard-pressed to pick one.
The other day, clad in his bright-orange tool belt, he determinedly helped me scope out our turn-of-the-century home (turn of the last century, that is) for creaky floorboards and loose hinges.