Ten is the new five.
I wish I could take credit for that line.
But I can’t.
One of the mums shouted it across the street at me this morning on the way to school.
Her son is a grade or two above Amy. He must be ten or so. Anyway, she’d dumped him off a couple of blocks from school to walk the rest of the way by himself.
“Wow!” I congratulated her across the street. “Independence at last.”
“Ten is the new five,” she quipped… Continue